Enter Pembrooke and Ferdinand.

Pem.  Tis princely Philip.  Helpe to rescue him.

Rod.  What slaves are these that dare oppose themselves In rescue of a murderer ’gainst an Host?

Ferd.  Such as will make thee, Roderick, fly for life.

Pet.  Zounds, men are mortall; to avoyd prolixity, My lord of Orleance, your best course is flying, And therein I will be your follower.

Rod.  Fly before three, and be thus strong?  ’Twere madnesse.

Pem.  We trifle time; let’s drive them from the Tent.

      Alarum and drive away Peter and Rodoricke.

Pem.  Live, worthy Philip; Pembrooke bids thee live,
That did suspect this complot at the tombe
When in the honour of Prince Ferdinand
You did resigne your shield.

Phil.  Th[e] Earle of Pembrooke!

Ferd.  And Ferdinand that loves thee as his soule.

Phil.  Two lives I owe my starres beside mine owne
In sending me two friends of such import. 
Durst you adventure thorow the enemies Campe
And put your lives in danger to save mine?

Pem.  The rumour of the Duke of Burbons death
Hath so possest the Campe with admiration
That they regardlesse suffer all to passe. 
Only this Roderick wakens them a little,
But cannot weane them from their wondring minds.

Phil.  That Roderick is a perfect villayne turn’d;
For though he guided me unto his Tent
And gave his liking that the Duke should dye,
Yet how the villayne cryed to murder me! 
But come:  in this confusion let’s be gone,
Tis dangerous to abide in Burbons Tent. 
Rodoricke, thou art the next must taste of death;
That taske once done, we shall with little payne
Our angry fathers reconcile agayne.

[Exeunt.

[SCENE 2.]

Alarum.  Enter Navar, Bowyer, Nod, Core, Souldiers,
[with] drum and colours.

Nav.  The Alarum sounded in the enemies Campe; Now for Navar and Fame stand to it, sirs.

Bow.  Hart, stand to it? heere’s some of us knowes how to runne away and they be put to it.  Though wee have left our brave Generall, the Earle of Pembrooke, yet here’s Cavaliero Bowyer, Core and Nod, by Jesu, sound cards:  and Mahound and Termagant[148] come against us, weele fight with them.  Couragio, my hearts!  S. George for the honour of England!

Nav.  The adverse part comes on; fight gallantly.

    Enter Fraunce, Flaunders and Souldiers, with Drum and Colours.

Lew.  Is false Navar so thirsty to drinke bloud
That he must joyne the Squadron of his troops
Before the signall of the battel’s given? 
Belike you thought to take us unpreparde. 
No, king:  our wrong hangs like a watch before us,
And makes us nomber every short-lyvd minute
Till your lives answere for our Daughters death. 
Charge, brave spirits!  Saint Denis now for Fraunce!