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!

_Nav_. Saint Denis for Navar! Alarum, Drums!

_Alarum: they fight, Fraunce put to the worst; enter Rodorike
and Peter; the fight continued, and Navar driven in_.

_Lew_. Navar and his weake forces make retire;
Pursue them, Sirs, the victorie is ours.

_Rod_. Be like starv'd Lions 'mongst a heard of Beasts,
Ruthelesse and bloudy; slaughter[149] all you meete
Till proud Navar be slayn or kisse your feet.
Saint Denis! and cry murder through the host!

_Alarum. Enter Pembrooke, Ferdinand and Philip_.

_Pem_. He that steps forward with a murdring thought,
Marries him selfe to death. Fraunce, cease the fight:
They are Frenchmen you pursue, Frenchmen you should save:
Dig not for Traytors love your subjects graves.

_Lew_. What franticke knights are those that dare oppose
Their single force against our multitudes?

_Phil_. Those that wish you and Fraunce bright fames encrease,
So you would chase hence war and welcome peace.

_Rod_. That was the Traytor that slew royall Burbon.

_Pet_. Downe with the villaynes.

_Rod_. Souldiers, seyze on him
And then pursue Navar with sudden death.

_Ferd_. Ere the least hayre fall from his kingly head,
Rodorick, thy base trunck shall be butchered.

_Pem_. Will you accept of peace?

_Lew_. Follow Navar!

_Pet_. Downe with that murderer!

_Fer_. Zounds, then, in spight
Weele save Navar and chase you hence in fight.

_All_. Ha, ha!

_Pem_. Nay, smile not; though our number's few
Our great hearts tell us we shall conquere you.
Alarum and S. George!

_Alarum: they fight. Enter Navar and his forces,
Fraunce chaste away_.

_Nav_. Fraunce and his daunted forces gives us ground.
Charge, charge