Fred.  O gods!

Duke.  Cannot my kneeling serve, my teares prevaile,
When all helpes faile mee, yet this will not faile: 
Proffer thy weapon to her beautious side,
And with her heart my heart I will divide. 
Intreaty Ile urge none more then are past,
And either now relent or heres my last.

Fred.  Stay:  if I should relent, will you agree To sign our general pardon presently?

Duke.  By heaven I doe, I freely pardon all And a reward I give in generall.

Fred.  Then take her, you deserve her were shee better, Making your Crown and life to be her Debter.

Duke.  Welcome a thousand times, welcome, sweete wife, Never more deare then now I have saved[205] thy life.

Valen.  This more then kindnesse I turne backe to you, Doubling my chast vow to bee ever true.

Fred.  Then here the warres end, here[206] our fightings marde, Yet by your leave Ile stand upon my Guard.

Duke.  Take any course you please, Citie or Towne, My royall word Ile keepe by this my Crowne.

Fred.  Then thus Ile take my leave.

Duke.  Since we must part, Farewell, my Sonne, all farewell with my heart.

[Exeunt Fred, and his [sic].

Mon.  Twas well, my Lord, ’twas a good policie, To gaine your bride:  I hope your grace did not meane To be thus overrulde, by a proud Sonne.

Duke.  Why, thinke you he intends some treachery?

Mon.  Why not? and did release Valentia To blind your eyes.  Hee that could be so proud, To rise in armes against his naturall Father, Hath courage to doe more when he sees time.

Duke.  But I have pardon’d that offence by oath.

Mon.  It were no periury to make him know
Hee is your Sonne, and sonnes a dutie owe. 
This sequestration will in time aspire
Unto a flame shall set your Realme on fire;
For[207] when a Subject hath the meanes of will,
’Tis not enough, to say he has no will;
For will is alter’d by the place and time
And hee that’s once up knowes the way to clime. 
I speake perchance like a prophetique foole,
But these are wise can counsaile with your bride;
Wisedome adviseth timely to provide.

Duke.  What thinkes my love of Frederickes reconcilment?

Valen.  That he has spirit enough, to be a traytor. 
But I am beholding to him for a life
And he may brag he gave your grace a wife. 
A [O?] good old man, he could not choose but feele
For shame some small remorse to see you kneele. 
Pray God he gave me not into your hand
That he might be the ruine of your land.

Duke.  Thinkes my love so? but, brothers, what’s your censure?

Hat.  I am no Polititian.

Alfred.  Neither I:  Wee are both content to live quietly.