come to joy your age agayne.

_Nav_. Welcome all earthly blisse.

_Lew_. Welcome, deare child;
Thy presence halfe our sorrow hath exil'd.

_Pem_. How soon this Scene is changd! those that even now
Were sworne warres servants now to peace do bow:
Then, Pembrooke, strive to make their joys more full.
See, kingly father to that princely sonne,
Pembrooke, the hated murderer of his friend,
Pembrooke, that did devide thee from his sight
And cut so many passages of death
In his indeared bosome, humbly thus
Forgets his honour and from your hye hand
Invokes revenge for wounding Ferdinand.

_Ferd_. Still he surmounts me in an honour'd love.
Rise, friend, or if thou striv'st to have the world,
In me as in a glasse see a false friend.
Behold, I kneele and here proclayme to all
My friendship's broke but thine substantiall.

_Nav_. Model of vertue, honord Pembroks Earle,
Rise in as deare regard as Ferdinand.
Oh had I Bellamira once in hold,
Age would turne youth & I should ne're be old.

_Lew_. Had I my Katharina once agayne
Our joy were then stretcht to the highest strayne:
But she was ravisht and then murthered.

_Phil_. Beare not that hard opinion: Rodoricks toung
Slaundred that Prince and did his vertue wrong.

_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,