Phil.  By this bright ayre reflected on my sword,
If the whole army of Navar had said
As much to Philip, yet he would not stand. 
And thou but one, how dar’st thou prefer it,
Knowing how sharp a Spurre doth pricke me on,
The death of Burbon for my Bellamire?

Pem.  Hang up thy shield, as other knights have done,
Upon the Hearse of noble Ferdinand,
And thou mayest freely passe without controule.

Phil.  The Hearse of Ferdinand!  I honor him: 
He was the brother of my dearest Love. 
What’s this I see? my fathers batterd shield. 
The shield of Fraunce! of Flaunders!  Burbons too? 
It can not then impeach or prejudice
The name of Philip to consort with such,
Especially being done for Ferdinand. 
There is my shield, and, Knight, but for my haste,
I would expostulate of other things: 
But, after traytrous Burbon I have slayne,
Knight, looke for me, Ile visit thee agayne. 
Now, Rodorick, keepe thy word, and I am blest,
But if thou fayle Ile forward with the rest. [Exit.

Pem.  Successful action sit upon thy sword![142]
This net of sorrowes, I perceyve, intangles
Not only Pembrooke but the Court of France;
Navar and his associats are all toucht. 
Time looke upon us and at last determine
These heart-dissevering tumults with a peace.

    Enter Ferdinand.

Ferd.  Since, Ferdinand, by gracious providence
Thou art recovered of thy mortall wounds,
With the new life thy body is revivde
Revive the ancient passions of thy mind. 
Think on thy friend, on Pembrook take remorse,
Whose honord life thy hasty hand cut off. 
This is the place, as I remember mee. 
Whats heere? a Tombe? who hath prevented me
In my religious duty to my friend? 
Yon Knight, I doubt not, can resolve me.

Pem.  What art thou? stand!

Ferd.  A Knight, and fayne would know What sacred monument and Tombe this is.

Pem.  His, whilst he liv’d, that of the worlds increase
Was the most loyall friend and valiant Knight;
Which thou must likewise ratifie with me
And hang thy shield up to adorne his Hearse
Or venture Combate for denying it.

Ferd.  His name, I pray thee.

Pem.  Ferdinand.

Ferd.—­What’s he
Acquainted with my name? belike some one
Lov’d Pembroke, and supposing (wrongfully)
Me slaine by him, to satisfie for that
Observes this honor in my memory. 
Be not thou, Ferdinand, ingratefull then,
But stand for Pembroke as this Knight for thee.

Pem.  What answer givest thou? shal I homage have?

Ferd.  Not for his sake thou nam’st, not for Ferdinand. 
There liv’d a Knight exceld his petty fame
As far as costly Pearle the coursest Pebble,—­
An English Knight cald Pembroke:  were his bones
Interred heere, I would confesse of him
Much more than thou requir’st, and be content
To hang both shield and sword upon his Hearse.