y
As if the god of battell had himselfe
Entered the Lists, and preassing to the midst
Of steele-composed troops like lightning fly
Till he had made a passage with his sword.

_Kath_. So puissant in his fortitude with men,
And daunted with a silly womans looks!
How can that be?

_Pem_. Yes, when you weygh the force
Of your resistlesse and controwling beauty.
It is your beauty, were his power and spirit
Ten times more hauty-ventrous then it is,
Compels it stoope in homage to your foot
As trembling Lambs when they to Lions couch.

_Kath_. 'Twas well he chose so good an Orator
To plead the imperfections of his cause.

_Pem_. I should have that opinion of my selfe
If for my sake your Grace would favour him.

_Kath_. Yes, for your sake we have endur'd his name,
And for your sake we tolerate his suite;
But, when you cease to speake, then all that prayse
You have attributed to his desert
Seemes borrowed from your selfe; you are the man
Whose eloquence compares with _Ciceroes_,
You are the man whose knightly fortitude
Lives in the world unprejudic'd of any,
You vanquish beauty and inthrall the mind
Of female weaknesse with no lesser awe
Then Indian vassayles stoop unto their Lords.
The name of _Ferdinand_ you have mista'ne.
Say tis your selfe, and then your whole discourse
Observes the perfect method that it should.

_Pem_. Should I be false and trecherous to my friend?
I am intreated but to speake for him.

_Kath_. But for your selfe would be more acceptable.
Oh pardon me, nor let immodest stayne[116]
Cleave to my brow: my love is chastely bred.
Other then _Pembrooke Katharine_ never vowes
Shall be authoriz'd in her mayden thoughts.

_Pem_. Mistake me not, I say tis _Ferdinand_
Dyes in affection to your Deity.

_Kath_. But in affection I survive to none
But onely _Pembrooke_.

_Pem_. Will you be esteem'd
A cruel murdresse of a loyall friend?

_Kath_. Will _Pembrooke_ triumph in a womans fall?

_Pem_. You anger me. Respect young _Ferdinand_.

_Kath_. You please me not to speake of _Ferdinand_.

_Pem_. Nay, then, tis time to go or wrong my friend.
Since, Madam, what I would I cannot doe,
Mine honour here bids me leave off to woo. [_Exit_.

_Kath_. Stay, _Pembrooke_, Katharine will sue to thee;
So shalt thou keepe thy fayth and loyalty.

_Bow_. Tary, sir, tary, we want the length of your nose: nay, if you
will not heare, Ile be so bold as to follow your nose. Sir, tary, tary.