hennes at Shrouetyde no will you not doe you Tan-fat zounds then haue at you They fight Bowyer hath the wench rescued by France recouered by Nauar Philip meetes Rodorick rescued by Peter retreat is sounded the enemies begin to retire Rodorick chas'd by Philip Enter at seuerall doores after retreate sounded Pembrooke and Ferdinand Fer. Are the Kings seuerd will they bow to peace Pem. Peace is a welcome ghest vnto their hearts But Rodoricke like a greedy enuious churle Fearing to spend his wealth still keeps them backe T is he exasperates the Princes hate And when our Trumpets call them to retyre He with warres clangor sets them on agayne Vnlesse he be remoou'd our labour 's lost Fer. It shall not for I le seeke him through the Host And with this sword pare off the Traytors head Pem. Doe and I le scowre these ranks if Pembroks eye Encounters his he meets his Tragedy Alarum Enter Philip pursuing Rodoricke Phil. Stay warlike friends and ayd me in reuenge Fer. That is Rodoricke Pem. Heere 's the Traytor strike him downe Phil. Who lifts his arme at him strikes at my brest Rod. Why haue you thus ring'd me about with swords Phil. To shew thee thou must dye Rod. What haue I done That thus you labour my destruction Pem. Thou wer 't a party in all Burbons wrongs Fer. Falsely term'd Ferdinand a Rauisher Pem. Set discord 'twixt these Kings Phil. Practised my death Pem. Villayne for this our swords shall stop thy breath Fer. Stand not to argue let 's all runne at him Phil. Now as you loue my loue or prize mine honour Touch not the Traytor he is Philips foe And none but I must worke his ouerthrow Thrice in the battell he was rescued from me But now hee 's falne into the Lyons paw From whence the whole world cannot ransome him Preseruers of my life heroick friends Be you my safety keepe the Souldyers off Whilst in the midst by fayre and equall fight I send this Traytor to eternall night Ferd. By heauen agreed Pem. Heere Pembrooke takes his stand Come Fraunce and all the world I will not start Til Philips knightly sword pearce Rodoricks hart Rod. Accurst I am betrayd incompast round Now lyfe and hope and state must kisse the ground Phil. Rodorick thou seest all wayes are stopt to flie Be desperat then fight brauely and so die Alarum they fight enter to Pembrooke Nauar Bowyer Souldiers to Ferdinand Fraunce Flaunders Souldiers they fight and keepe them backe Rodoricke would scape still kept in the midst and kild by Philip Phil. Now are his trecheries repaid with death Philip and Pembrooke sound your retreats With better hope in him all hatred endes The kings will now loue peace soone be friends Exeunt Enter Peter wounded Bowier following Bow Zounds neuer runne for the matter a scratcht face can not serue your turne we must haue bloudy noses stād on your gard I do not make haggasse puddings of your guttes I le neuer dominier in the long Alleyes agayne Peter Cymnell I le cracke you for this I le teach you to deale with Peter de Lions and that without prolixitie Bow Do haue at you in earnest S. George you rogue Alarum fight Bowyer kills him Bow So there 's for your prolixities there 's for Thomasin the Thornbackly slaue and he were made of any thing but gristles I am a pumpian 'Shart he had no mettle in him yet how the villayne crak't and dominierd when he was liuing ah sirra neuer gryn for the matter t is Captayne Bowyer that speaks it When thou meetst the great Deuill commend me to him and say I sent him thee for a new yeres gift and there 's one Sarlaboys to as arrant a bloud-sucker and as notable a coward as euer drew weapon in a bawdy house hee carryes my marke about him if Dicke Bowyer be not writ a bountifull benefactor in hell for my good deeds in sending thither such Canibals I am a Rabbit-sucker yet I scorne to vaunt of my deeds too They sound a retreat farewell Peter and learne hereafter what it is to be riuall to an English gentleman Caualiero Bowyer one of the nyne worthyes Exit A retreyt Enter at one dore Fraunce Flaunders and Souldiers at the other dore Nauar Bowyer and Souldiers Lew. Nauar why haue you sounded a retreyt Will your proud heart decline and call vs Lord Nau. We thought by the faynt lāguage of your drums Fraunce would haue knowne his errour and beg'd peace Lew. Fraunce beg a peace Nau. Nauar call you his Lord Flan. Why did you cease the fight and sound retreat Bow Not we by this beard not we by the life of Pharo Nau. Your Trumpets guided by your faynting breath Dehorted vs from war and sounded peace Lew. Nauar derides vs Nau. Fraunce t is you that doo 't Lew. Sound war and brauely let vs once more too 't Enter in the middest Pembrooke Ferdinand and Philip Pem. Kings of Nauar and Fraunce why doe you thus With ciuill butchery wound this blessed land Which like a mother from her melting eyes Sheds crymson teares to see you enemyes Lewes of Fraunce wherein hath great Nauar Dangerd your state that you should prosecute War with her largest ruine how hath Fraunce Sowed such inueterate hate within your brest That to confound him you will vndergoe The orphants curse the widdowes teares cries Whose husbands in these warres haue lost their liues E're you contend discourse your grieuances Lew. False Ferdinand his sonne rauisht our child Fer. Now by my Knighthood honor and this gage Fraunce I le approue you wrong that Ferdinand Phil. Who can accuse him Lew. That did Rodorick Pem. That Traytor for a deed so false so foule Hath answered it by this euen with his soule Nau. Our sonne and valours bloome th' English Pembrooke By Lewes trechery were butchered Phil. Were the whole world ioynd in so false a thing Alone I de combat all and cleere the King Pem. Fraunce neuer had dessigne in their two deaths Nau. He leagu'd with Burbon that destroyd my child Lew. He poysoned her deseruedly Phil. That deed of shame Cut off his life and rac'd out Burbons name Lew. His death shal be thy death for thy hand slue him Nau. This other in the battell twice to day Made vs retire Fraunce shall we ioyne in league Till we haue veng'd our malice on these knights Lew. Nauar agreed Souldiers this kyld your Lords Nau. And this our fame let 's mangle them with swords Pem. Take truce a while with rage heare what wee 'le vrge This knight flew Burbon this inforst you fly Therfore you hate them and for hate they die Since then true vertue is disfigured Desert trod downe and their heroick worth In iustice doomd on Traytors merits Death Behold these two which thousands could not daunt But your vngratitude on bended knee Yeeld vp their swoords to bide your tyranny 'T was he kild Burbon if you loue him dead Shew it by
I scorne to humble the least part about me to giue answere to such a trotting question as I liue it ioults mine eares worse in hearing then the princes coach on a broken cawsey Pet. Thomasin leaue this pace take me with you my Lord loues your Lady yet I heare say she is this night betrothed to the Prince of France so I loue you and shall I lose you No I hate prolixity in a word the end is I le mary you Tho. Prety as God saue me what will Captaine Bowyer say to that if he should know it Bow A good Rogue by Iesu Pe. Bowyer a Captayn a Capon a button mould a lame haberdine a red beard Sprat a Yellow hammer a bow case a very Iackdaw with his toung slit Bow Zounds what a Philistine is this what a dictionary of proper names hath the Rogue got together heart his toung crawles as fast as the Cheese doth in Germany I le pearce you for this you Lobster Pet. Bowyer mordu futra for him and that sowre crab do but leere at thee I shall squeeze him to vargis Bo. And you squeeze me I may haps grow saucy with you you whorson burnd Pudding pye you dry Parsnip kisse me Thomasin so dare you stand to your word now and squeeze me Pet. Stumps I challenge thee for this indignity Bowyer I will gyrd my selfe with thy guts I am a Souldiour and a Captayne Bow Captayne s'hart and thou hast vnder thy charge any other then Pigmies I am Gogmagog Dost thou heare sowgelder and I do not with sixe Cranes wel marshald ouerrunne thee and thy hundred and fifty say Dick Bowyer 's a coward Pet. For that word draw Tho. Hold Gentlemen Bow Peace good Thomasin silence sweet socket Peter dost see this sword this sword kild Sarlaboys that was one Rogue now it shall kill thee that 's two Rogues Whorson puttock no garbage serue you but this haue at you As they fight enters Pembrooke Pem. Who 's this at enmity within our Camps What Bowyer and the seruant to great Burbon Both sheathe your weapons by our martiall law This act is death Bow I le be hangd then Doest thou heare noble Generall Dick Bowyer knowes what belongs to seruice we did not draw of any malice by this element of yron steele but to measure which of our swords were longest I le saue you for once you Sarazen because I see you le hang scuruily but the next time Pem. Good Captayne Bowyer let our English troops Keepe a strong watch to night my throbbing heart Like to a Scritchowle in the midnight houre Bodes some blacke scene of mischiefe imminent Bow Neuer feare Generall if Iulius Caesar rise vp against vs e're he do my Lord any wrong zounds I le be cut smaller then pot-hearbs I le to the trenches come Thomasin Leere not Lobster lest I thum that russeting face of yours with my sword hilt till that it looke as pyde colourd as the Rainbow By Iesu I le do it and therefore follow me not Exeunt Pem. Why should this load of griefe lye on my heart With such a ponderous waight I know no cause Vnlesse it be by thinking on the wrong My friend receyues in the vnmatched loue Which Katharine beares me yet my fayth is sound And like a solid Rock shall check her teares Katharine loues me yet for my friends delight Pembrooke will hate her loue and flye her sight Exit Enter Burbon Nauar Philip Bellamira Rodoricke and attendants Bur. Nauar you sprinckle me with foule reproch And dimme the lustre of our royall name With colours of dishonour Nau. Heare me Burbon Bur. What words can satisfy so great a wrong Haue you not with consent of all your Lords Promisd your daughter to this generous prince Nau. Their true loue forst vs to it Bur. True loue t is fayn'd Phil. Ha Burbon Bel. Gentle Philip Phil. With my sword I le proue my loue vnfayned thee a false Lord Bur. This like a Sanctuary frees thy toung And giues thee childish liberty of speach Which els would fawne and crouch at Burbons frowne Phil. Now by S. Denis Burb. I le not chat with boyes Nauar to thee I speak thy daughters looks Like the North Star to the Sea-tost Mariners Hath brought me through all dangers made me turne Our royall Palace to this stage of death Our state and pleasures to a bloudy Campe And with the strength and puissance of our force To lift thy falling and decayed state Euen to her pristine glory in thy quarrell Burbon hath set himselfe against his King And soyld his greatnesse with a Traytors name Now when our worth expected rich reward Fayre Bellamira wonder of her time Must Philip haue her Phil. Burbon shee is mine Bur. Mordew I le be reueng'd by heauen I will Or I will paue these plaines with the dead bodies Of our deare subiects we haue sworne thy fall That oathes thy death our rage thy funerall Nau. Heare our excuse Bur. We will not credit ayre Peter watch Rodorick when the prince is gone Tell him I de speake with him Pet. Enough t is done Bur. Nauar this setting Sun which sees our wrong Shall e're his morrowes beames guide the proud East View Himens rites turnd to a tragick feast Exit Burbon Na. His anger beares him hence young prince of France Since to reduce our enmity to loue And thereby like a fayre and louely Bryde To mary peace to France we are content To bring the sea-tost barke of your affects Halfe shipwrackt with the tempest of these wars To their desired port as we agreed Go to your father and informe him thus If personally hee le view our friendly Tents And seale these Articles of peace proposde This night you shall be troth-plight to our child Phil. Were it to search the furthest Northerne clime Where frosty Hyems with an ycie Mace Strikes dead all liuing things I de find it out And borrowing fire from those fayre sunny eyne Thaw Winters frost and warme that dead cold clime But this impose is nothing honourd King I le to my father and conduct him hither For whilst my soule is parted from her sight This earth is hell this day a tedious night Come Rodorick you shall beare me company Exeūt Phil. Pet. He shall not for I le stay him instantly Pet. Rod Nau. 'T were pity to keepe two such loues asunder Daughter you your Ladies to your tent Exit Bella And deck you richly to receiue the prince Enter Pemb. after him Fer. My Lord of Pembrooke happily return'd How doth our soone See where he comes himselfe Speake boy how spedst thou with fayre Katharine Fer. I know not how Is trothlesse Pembrooke there Nau. Be not dismayed at length shee le pity thee Sonne bid our Officers adorne our Court In her chiefe glory for this happy night Shall set a period to this smarting war Your sister shal be troth-plight to Prince Philip And France and we made friends about it then
And now this hand that with vngentle force Depryu'd his life shall with repentant seruice Make treble satisfaction to his soule Fortune thou dost me wrong to suffer me So long vncombatted I prythee send Some stubborne Knight some passenger Whose stout controuling stomacke wil refuse To yeeld to my prescription but by force I hate this idle rest of precious time How now derid'st thou my deuotion goddesse Enter Kathar Thou sendst a woman to incounter me Henceforth I le hold thee for a fayned name And no disposer of my Christian hopes But soft I know that face oh I t is she Was vniust cause of all this misery Kath. Long haue I wandred with vnquiet mind To find my Pembrook that they fought I heare That they were wounded both to death I heare But whether cur'de or dead I cannot heare Nor liues there any if deceasde can tell Within what place their bodies are interr'd Since therefore all my trauell is in vayne Here will I take a truce with former care This cursed nooke was that vnlucky plot Where cursed Ferdinand did kill my Loue What Knight is this I le question him perhaps He can resolue me where my Pembroke is Ioy and good fortune sir attend your state Pem. Your wishes come too late VVhat seeke you Madam Kath. Tel me sir knight for so you seeme to be Know you this dismall place you do frequent Or haue you heard of that vnhappy fight VVas here perform'd by Pembrook and his foe Pem. Yes Madam I haue heard of it long since And to my griefe knew both the Gentlemen Kat. But can you tell me if they liue or no Or dead what hand hath giuen them buryall Pem. Rest you assured Madam they are dead The one of them to whom I was allyed And neerely knit in friendship from my youth By me lyes buried heere a brauer Knight And truer Louer neuer breathd in Fraunce Kath. O tell me is it Pembrooke if for him You haue erected this fayre monument Perpetuall honour I will doe your state Pem. Not only Madam haue I built this tombe In his memoriall but my selfe haue sworne Continuall residence within this Wood And for the loue I bare him weare these armes That whatsoeuer Knight aduenturer or other Making his iourney this way and refusing To do Knights homage to my breathlesse friend By this assayling steele may be compeld Kath. Oh let me know your name so kindly mou'd To dignifie my Pembrookes high deserts Pem. You did not heare me say 't was Pēbrook Madam What is become of him I doe not know Nor greatly care since he did wrong my friend And first inkindled this dissensious brawle This buryed here is noble Ferdinand His fathers comfort and his Countryes hope Oh Madam had you seene him as I did Begirt with wounds that like so many monthes Seem'd to complayne his timelesse ouerthrow And had before bin inward with his vertues To thinke that nature should indure such wracke And at one time so many precious gifts Perish by death would haue dissolu'd your heart He was the very pride of fortitude The house of vertue and true frendships mirrour Looke on his picture in the armes of death When he was ready to giue vp the ghost I causde it to be drawne if at that time In that extremity of bitter pangs He lookt so louely had so fresh a colour So quick a mouing eye so red a lip What was his beauty when he was in health See with what courage he indur'd the combat Smiling at death for all his tyranny Had death bin ought but what he was sterne death He would haue bin enamour'd with his looke Kath. A certayne soft remorce Creeps to my heart perswades me he was true Louing and vertuous but my selfe vnkind Coyly to scorne the proffer of his mind Pem. O that in Iustice of her former hate She now would hopelesse doate on Ferdinand I le do the best I can to bring her on Despaire and madnesse fetch her off againe Madam how say you wa st not a grieuous thing So rich a Iem should lye rak't vp in dust So sweet a flower be withred in his prime Kath. Death was a villayne for attempting it And so was Pembrooke for effecting it No bloudy Scythian or inhumane Turke But would ha trembled to ha toucht his skin Or spilt one drop of his Heroick bloud Pem. Had not that Lady then an yron heart A rude ingratefull mind a sauadge spirit That knew this vertuous honourable Knight This gracious shape and vnmatcht excellence To be intangled with her ferment loue To serue her in all loyalty of heart To reuerence and adore her very name To be content to kisse the lowly earth Where she did set her foot and when he sued For grace to scorne him to deride his sighes And hold his teares and torment in contempt Of all that euer liu'd deseru'd she not The worlds reproch and times perpetuall blot Kat. Heard you him euer speak of such a one Pem. Oft times but chiefly then when he perceyu'd His hurt was mortall and no way but death At euery groane he cald vpon her name As if that sound were present remedy And when insulting death drew short his breath And now was ready to close vp his eyes Farewell quoth he where e're I find a shrine My soule fly thou to beautious Katharine Kat. That ruthlesse mind that iron sauage heart So greatly loued and so little louing Breathes in this brest 't was I returnd disdaine For deepe affection scorne for loyalty And now compassionlesse shall pine my selfe Oh Ferdinand forgiue me Ferdinand Inioyne me any penance for that wrong Say I shall tread a tedious pilgrimage To furthest Palestine and I will do it But peace fond womā these exclaimes are vaine Thy Ferdinand is dead and cannot heare As thou wast somtimes deafe and wouldst not heare Pemb. A iust reward Come Madam haue you done Giue me the picture I may hang it vp Kath. Oh take it not away since I haue lost The substance suffer me to keepe the shaddow Me thinks so long as this is in my hand I claspe my Ferdinand betweene mine armes So long as I behold this liuely forme So long as I refreshed by his smiles So long me thinks I heare him speake to me Knew I the Paynter drew this counterfeyt I would reward him with a mynt of gold Pem. If such a pleasure you receyue by this I tell you Madam I shall shortly haue His whole proportion cut in Alablaster Armd as he was when he encountred here Which kneeling shall be set vpon his tombe Kath. On that condition I will gather flowers And once a day come straw them at his feet And once a day pay tribute of choyce thanks To you the furtherer of my happinesse Till then I place the picture where it was Enter Clowne and Bellamira Clow. Come on Madam me thinks now a maske would do well but I perceyue your drift I smell your policy you think a bald face
hath no need of a black mask Shall I tel you what you looke like A broyld herring or a tortur'de Image made of playster worke Bel, So sirra you may scoffe my misery Pem. Still haunted with these women are men vanisht Or what occasion leaues the Realme of Fraunce So voyd and empty of aduenturous Knights Clow. Out of peraduenture Madam the ghost of Saint George is come out of England to see what hospitality S. Denis keeps in Fraunce Pem. Poore Bellamira I lament thy state But I must still suppresse my discontent What are you so deformd with lothsome spots And what that Anticke keeps you company Clow. Anticke thou lyest and thou wert a Knight of ginger-bread I am no Anticke the whole parish where I was borne will sweare that since the raigne of Charlemain there was not a better face bred or brought vp amongst them Pem. Away ye russeting Kath. Haue patience Knight how euer thus deform'd This Lady is the daughter of Nauar Madam it ioyes me I haue met you heere Though much laments me of your heauy plight There needs no repetition of your wrong I know the villayne Burbon did the dead Whom my incensed brother will reuenge Bel. For Philips sake I haue bin martyrd thus And for his sake left King and Courtly life To entertayne a Pilgrims paynefull habit But on what strange aduenture stayes this Knight Within this desolate forsaken wood Kat. For loue of Ferdinand your princely brother Whose Hearse he gards in honourable Armes Bel. Is this my brothers Hearse is this the place Where I was shipwrackt of a brothers name Oh let me spend a louing sigh for him And sacrifice a sisters holy rites For euer rest sweet Ferdinand in peace Vntill thy body glorified from heauen Become immortall by thy soules returne Pem. Poore Bellamira how I pity thee Yet must forbeare to comfort thy distresse Clow. Is my yong Lord buried here I say no more but I pray God send him a ioyfull insurrection Kath. Inough sweet Bellamire These leprous spots t is time they were remou'd Come goe with me Since I left Aquitayne And came acquaynted with these priuate walks It was my happy chance to meet an Hermit Whose skill in Phisike warrants present cure And pure refining of your poysoned bloud I le bring you thither afterward select Delicious sweets to decke your brothers tombe Come sirra follow vs Exeunt Clow. Doe not think Madam that I le forsake you And so sir you that walk in pewter vessayle like one of the worthyes will you be rul'd by me Pem. Wherein Clow. To set a gyn for Woodcocks catch your selfe first Exit Pem. Hence beetle-head And Pembrook now bethink How great a tyde of miseries breakes in First thou art taxed with the losse of him Whom equall with thy selfe thou holdest deare Next Bellamira is become a Leper Whose absence Philip carefully laments Then trecherous Burbon ioynes himselfe with Fraunce And both the Kings are angerly incenst But last which is some comfort to the rest Disdaynfull Katharine wastes with fruitlesse loue Would all so minded like mishap might proue But by this signall there are Knights at hand I must prouide their valours to withstand Enter Fraunce Burbon Rodoricke Peter de Lions At one dore at the other Nauar Flaunders Dicke Bowyer and Souldiers Pembrooke betweene them Pem. Stay your intended march Lew. What Peere of Fraunce Or in the world so haughty resolute Dare breathe the word of stay to mighty Fraunce Na. Or what art thou presum'st to stay my course Pem. A Knight I am and to aduentures bound This monument erected for my friend By me is garded If you meane to passe You must doe homage or else fight with me Lew. Homage of me Know I am King of France And in subiection to no earthly power Nau. Thou knowst not what thou sayst to challenge vs Of any such inferiour priuiledge What homage is it thou requir'st of vs Pem. First to acknowledge him lyes buryed here The faythfulst Louer and most valyant Knight That in this time drew sword or manag'd horse Bow And what was he A scapart or your Countrey-man Gargantua that stuft euery button of his coate with a load of hay 'Shart wee haue mee a fellow here 's all mouth hee speakes nothing but Monarch Doest thou heare King giue me leaue to incounter this puckfist and if I doe not make him cry Peccaui say Dicke Bowyer 's a powdred Mackrell Pet. My bloud beginnes to boyle I could be pleasd To haue this fellow by the eares but that There 's many of my betters heere in place Fland. King of Nauarre let Flanders cope with him Burb. Imperiall France giue Burbon leaue to try The hazzard of a combat with this Boaster Pem. Dispatch Nauarre one of you come foorth To enterchange a warlike blow or two Lew. First let vs know what penalty thou setst Vpon thy selfe if thou be vanquished Pem. A recantation of my former wordes A seruitude to him that conquers me But who so euer is by me subdued Must leaue his Shield to beautifie this shrine Bur. Let not Nauar my Lord rob vs of honor Say Burbon first shall breake a Launce with him Rod. A scribe that priuiledge my Lord to mee And Rodorick will haue death or victory Lew. No noble Rodorick Burbon shall begin And as he speedes we will imploy your power Pem. Prouide thee Burbon I le not fauour thee Bur. Be sure He shew thee like hostility Lew. Hold the aduantage is on thy side The Duke of Burbon shal hang vp his shield Pem. I de rather haue his life then al your shelds Who is next Bow Zounds I think he has a patten to take vp all the Shields i th Countrey hang mee if thou wantst worke heere 's for Nauar the earle of Pembrok Caualiero Bowier Fight A thousand pound to a Taylors bodkin this fellow has a familiar but howsoeuer thou mayst thank my lame legge there 's my shield Lew. Now Rodorick betake you to your taske Fight Rodor. My fortune's answerable to the rest Lew. Since all miscarrie Fraunce will put his chaunce Vpon the hazzard of the Dice for once Pem. You are an Honorable foe my Lord Fight By law of Armes you must hang vp your shield Lew. I yeld to law and thy approoued valour King of Nauar will onely you sit out Nau. No King of Fraunce my bloud 's as hot as thine Fight And this my weapon shall confirme my words Fight Bow Nauar down too 'Shart this fellow hath the tricke of it If he be not a witch or some Deuill let me be stickt into a Carbinado Nau. Thou sonne of Chiualrie let me now intreate To know his name for whome thou reapst this honour Or what he was whose bodie 's heere interde Pem. A valiant Knight his name yong Ferdinand Slayne by misfortune of a friendly hand Nau. Is it my sonne thou mak'st thy valours prise And striu'st so to enternize with thy sword Let me imbrace thee Not alone