Pem.  Lewis of Fraunce, heare what an English Earle
Speaks in the front and view of all thy Host. 
If ever Ferdinand staynd Katharines honour
I was a party:  yet in all your Campe
Who dares step forth and call me ravisher? 
No, Fraunce:  know Pembroke is an Englishman
Highly deriv’d, yet higher in my thoughts;
And for to register mine acts in brasse,
Which all-devouring time shall ne’re race out,
Have I through all the Courts of Christendome
In knightly tryall prov’d my vertue sound,
Raisd England’s fame aloft; and shall I now
In her next continent, her neighbour Realme,
Fraunce, on whose bosome I may stand and see
That blessed soyle that bred and fostred me,
Soyle all my late got honour to consent
Unto a royall Princes ravishment? 
Ide sooner from a mountayne cast my selfe,
Or from a hungry Lyon teare his prey,
Then dare to act a deed so infamous.

    Enter Katharina.

But words are ayre.  Lewis, behold this face: 
This prooves our honour cleere from all disgrace.

Lew.  My Katharine!

Phil.  My deare Sister!

Fer.  My fayre Love!

Pem.  See, Princes, loves effect:  she flies your hand To live imbrac’t with her deare Ferdinand.

Lew.  And heaven forbid that we should sunder them. 
Navar, reach me thy hand:  grym war is fled
And peace shall end the same in a nuptiall bed. 
Sonne Philip, ratify your sisters choyce.

Phil.  Even with my soule; for ever live you blest. 
Oh, Bellamira, had not cursed Burbon
For beauty robd thy cheeks with leprosie,
Hadst then but stayd with me, as is their state,
So had bin mine, happy and fortunate.

    Enter Clowne attyred like a Gentleman, Bellamira
    following with a Scarfe on her face.

Clow.  By your leave, sweet blouds:  may a Gentleman or so deceyve two or three ounces of words in this assembly?

Lew.  You may.

Clow.  Is there not a young Kings sonne amongst you, who treading the steps of his father is called Philip.

Phil.  I am the man thou seekst.

Clow.  Then the old saying is verified, He that seeks shall find.  Heere is a poore kinswoman of mine would desire some private conference with you, or so.

Phil.  With me?—­whom see I?  Bellamira!

Nav.  Daughter!

Phil.  Do not deride my woes; speake, speake, I pray.

Pem.  Looke not so strange; it is thy lovely Love
Thus manag’d to approve thy constancy. 
Embrace her then:  and now Navar and Fraunce,
Here end our strife and let all hatred fall
And turne this warre to Hymens festivall.

Nav.  This Pembrooks counsell we subscribe unto.