Pet.  Zounds they that know that know my heart & all:  I have not the power to deny it, tis most true.

Burb.  And tis most true that I love Bellamira. 
Now, if thou art in favor of thy wench,
Many a meeting thou mayst helpe me to
And learne besides what sutors seeke her love
And whom she most affects.  These things once knowne
Twere worth a Dukedome, Peter.

Pet.  Sbloud, give me A Dukedome and Ile warrant you the knowledge Of these things ten times o’re.

Rod.  Theres Angels for thee, Peter, thinke on them
And doe thy best to helpe thy master’s love.—­
Well howsoever I smooth it to the Duke,
My thoughts are bent on his destruction.

Pet.  You have my heart In your purse; Ile doe anything for you.

Bur.  And thou shalt want no gold; and so farwel.

[Exeunt.

Pet.  I cannot chuse to farewell, and have the good Angels to comfort me; yet I am melancholy.  Heeres gold to make me merry:  O but (hey ho) heres love to make me sad.  To avoyd prolixity I am crost with a Sutor that wants a piece of his toung, and that makes him come lisping home.  They call him Cavaliero Bowyer; he will have no nay but the wench.  By these hilts, such another swash-buckler lives not in the nyne quarters of the world.  Why, he came over with the Earle of Pembrooke, and he limps and he limps & he devoures more French ground at two paces then will serve Thomasin at nineteene.  If ever he speake French, to avoyd prolixity, he will murder the toung.  Ile provide for him; theres but small choice.  Either he shall renounce the wench or forsake his lame legs, his lisping toung and his life to:  for by S. Denis I had rather dye in a ditch then be bobd[111] of my fayre Thomasin.

[Exit.

[SCENE 2.]

Enter at one dore Philip and Roderick, a drummer
before them with his Drum at his back:  at the other
dore Ferdinand and Pembrooke with their Drummes.

Ferd.  Whither goes royall Philip thus prepard?

Phil.  On what adventure goes Prince Ferdinand?

Ferd.  To conquer all the world, fayre Katharine, Whose beauty in mine eye surmounts it far.  Vertue and love conducts me to your sister.

Phil.  On the like voyage are my fortunes bound, I goe to winne thy sister.

Ferd.  Some fayre Starre On our great hopes shine fayre and debonaire.

Pem.  Amen, sayth Pembroke.

Rod.  Amen, sayth Rodoricke,

Ferd.  This way my Love dwels.

Phil.  In this ayre breathes mine.

Both.  Farewell.

Phil.  Prince Ferdinand if these cross loves Enjoy a wisht success, peace here shall dwell.