Kath.  But in affection I survive to none But onely Pembrooke.

Pem.  Will you be esteem’d A cruel murdresse of a loyall friend?

Kath.  Will Pembrooke triumph in a womans fall?

Pem.  You anger me.  Respect young Ferdinand.

Kath.  You please me not to speake of Ferdinand.

Pem.  Nay, then, tis time to go or wrong my friend. 
Since, Madam, what I would I cannot doe,
Mine honour here bids me leave off to woo. [Exit.

Kath.  Stay, Pembrooke, Katharine will sue to thee; So shalt thou keepe thy fayth and loyalty.

Bow.  Tary, sir, tary, we want the length of your nose:  nay, if you will not heare, Ile be so bold as to follow your nose.  Sir, tary, tary.
          
                                                     [Exit.

Kath.  He will not heare nor (too unkind) looke backe.

Payn.  But, Madam, spight his heart you shall see this.

Kath.  Give me his picture.  Image far more kind
Then is the substance whence thou art deriv’d,
Which way soever I divert my selfe
Thou seemst to follow with a loving eye. 
Thee will I therefore hold within my armes
As some small comfort to increasing harmes.

    Enter Ferd.

Ferd.—­What meanes my second selfe by this long stay? 
I cannot rest till I be certified
What good or bad successe my suite returnes. 
But he is gone, and in faire Katharines hand
I see his picture.  What may this pretend?

Kath.  Thou hast done well indeed, in every part
Thou shewst complete and cunning workmanship;
His eye, his lip, his cheeke are rightly fram’d,
But one thing thou hast grossly over-slipt: 
Where is his stubborne unrelenting heart
That lurkes in secret as his master doth,
Disdayning to regard or pity me.

Payn.  Madam, his heart must be imagined By the description of the outward parts.

Kath.  O no, for then it would be tractable, Mild and applausive as the others be.

Ferd.  No Prince but Pembrooke dwels in Katharines eye.

[Kath] Whose that disturbs our pleasing solitude?

Ferd.  Know you not me? my name is Ferdinand, Whose faithfull love Lord Pembrooke late commenct.

Kath.  Speake then for Pembrooke as he did for you Or els your bootlesse suite will soon be cold.

Ferd.  Why he was Orator in my behalfe. 
If I should speake for him, as he for me,
Then should I breathe forth passions[117] not mine owne.—­
I, I, tis so; the villaine in my name
Hath purchas’d her affection for himselfe,
And therefore was he absent from the feast,
And therefore shuns my sight and leaves behind
This counterfet to keep him still in mind. 
Tis so, tis so; base Traytor, for this wronge
My sword shall cut out thy perfidious toung. [Exit.