Dicke Bowyer's a powdered
Mackrell.

_Pet_. My bloud beginnes to boyle; I could be pleasd
To have this fellow by the eares but that
Theres many of my betters heere in place.

_Fland_. King of Navarre, let Flanders cope with him.

_Burb_. Imperiall France, give Burbon leave to try
The hazzard of a combat with this Boaster.

_Pem_. Dispatch, Navarre: one of you come forth
To enterchange a warlike blow or two.

_Lew_. First let us know what penalty thou setst
Upon thy selfe if thou be vanquished.

_Pem_. A recantation of my former wordes,
A servitude to him that conquers me;
But who soever is by me subdued
Must leave his Shield to beautifie this shrine.

_Bur_. Let not, Navar, my Lord, rob us of honor.
Say Burbon first shall breake a Launce with him.

_Rod_. Ascribe that priviledge, my Lord, to mee;
And Roderick will have death or victory.

_Lew_. No, noble Roderick; Burbon shall begin,
And as he speedes we will imploy your power.

_Pem_. Provide thee, Burbon, Ile not favour thee.

_Bur_. Be sure Ile shew thee like hostility.

_Lew_. Hold, the advantage is [up]on thy side;
The Duke of Burbon shal hang up his shield.

_Pem_. Ide rather have his life then al your shelds.
Who is next?

_Bow_. Zounds, I think he has a patten to take up all the shields ith
countrey. Hang me, if thou wantst worke heeres for Navar, the earle of
Pembrok and Cavaliero Bowier. [_Fight_.] A thousand pound to a Taylors
bodkin this fellow has a familiar; but howsomever, thou mayst thank my
lame legge. Theres my shield.

_Lew_. Now, Roderick, betake you to your taske. [_Fight_.

_Rodor_. My fortune's answerable to the rest.

_Lew_. Since all miscarrie, Fraunce will put his chaunce
Upon the hazzard of the Dice for once.

_Pem_. You are an Honorable foe, my Lord: [_Fight_.
By law of Armes you must hang up your shield.

_Lew_. I yeld to law and thy approved valour.
King of Navar, will onely you sit out?

_Nav_. No, king of Fraunce: my bloud's as hot as thine
And this my weapon shall confirme my words. [_Fight_.

_Bow_. Navar, downe too! 'S hart this fellow hath the tricke of it. If
he be not a witch or some Devill let me be slickt into a Carbinado.[141]

_Nav_. Thou sonne of Chivalrie, let me now intreate
To know his name for whome thou reapst this honor,
Or what he was whose bodie's heere interde?

_Pem_. A valiant Knight, his name yong Ferdinand,
Slayne by misfortune of a friendly hand.

_Nav_. Is it my s