Rod.—­I know he did and laugh to thinke on [i]t.

Lew.  And he shall rue his treason.

Phil.  Threaten not;
Leave the revenge to me whom it concernes. 
Tis I am robd of a delicious looke,
A heavenly sparkling brow, a starry eye,
A countenance fayrer than Auroraes lookes
When all the East is guilded with her blush. 
Tis I will be reveng’d, but not before
I have espoused my lovely Bellamira.

Lew.  Espoused her!

Nav.  How? marry a face deform’d!

Ferd.  A leprous creature!

Pem.  An infectuous mayd!

Rod.  One whose sores are perchance incureable!

Phil.  Be they incureable, it is my Love,
And for my sake she hath indur’d this wrong;
And should I now forsake her thus distrest
I could not merit a true Lovers name. 
To shew I love her I will marry her
Before the moneth expire, nay in the morne: 
Delayes, perchance, may make her think I scorne.

Bel.  Marry with me? fetch me a looking glasse
That I may see how sweet a bride I am. 
Oh I detest my selfe.  Deare, hate me, too: 
I am not to be maryed but to death. 
Though I were Empresse of the spacious world
Ide lay my selfe and kingdome at thy feet. 
Live, noble Philip, joy some happy match;
Tis my unworthinesse makes me deny thee.

Phil.  Thinkst thou, because thy face is spotted, so
Thou art not worthy of thy Philips love? 
Thy face to me was but a Mar[e]s[c]hall
To lodge thy sacred person in my mind,
Which long agoe is surely chambred there. 
And now what needs an outward Harbinger? 
I doe affect, not superficially: 
My love extendeth further than the skin. 
The inward Bellamira tis I seeke,
And unto her will Philip be espousde.

Nav.  Oh admirable love!

Lew.  O my deare sonne, Thou makest me famous by thy loyalty.

Rod.  I never heard the like.

Pem.  Pen never writ A worthyer Story to posterity.

Ferd.—­Pen never writ of a more treacherous friend Then, Pembrooke, thou hast prov’d to Ferdinand.

Phil.  Sweet Love, prepare thee to be Philips Bryde;
For heere I sweare, as I am royall borne,
Ile marry thee before the mornings Sunne
Hath runne the third part of his glorious course. 
Father, good night; deare friends, deare Love, good night: 
Mariage, I hope, will make my spirits more light.
          
                                        [Exit.

Nav.  Good night, sweet son.  King Lewes, stay with me; Be thou my comforter, Ile comfort thee.

[Exeunt kings.

Ferd.  Pembrook, remember that thou faile me not. [Exit.

Pem.  O God, what may these moody lookes intend?  Me thinks, I should have better from my friend. [Exit.