FERDINAND

Noble father, pause. Let Ferdinand thy son so far prevail, That peace, not war may end this difference. Whither goes royal Philip thus prepared? Some fair Star, On our great Hope's shine fair and debonair. This way my Love dwells. And we be friendly Brother's. 'Tis spotted Like a Panthers skin. Say, beauteous sister. My sister. Disfigured. A leprous creature! My name is Ferdinand. Why, Captain, thou dost know me wellinough. Soliman. First, tell me, sawest thou Pembroke come this way? Farewell. The morn look read: read morns do threat a storm, That storm shall light on Pembroke or my self. This is our meeting place: here runs the stream That parts our camps: the time consorts the place; And (Pembroke) it thy reputation hold, It is thy Q. to enter. Since, Ferdinand, by gracious providence, Thou art recovered of thy mortal wounds; With the new life thy body is reuiude, Revive the ancient passion of thy mind, Think on thy friend, on Pembroke take remorse, Whose honoured life, thy hasty hand cut off: This is the place, as I remember me. Whats here? a Tomb? who hath prevented me In my religious duty to my friend? You, Knight, I doubt not, can resolve me. A Knight, and fain would know, What sacred monument and Tomb this is? By heaven agreed. 'Tis a bade peace exceeds not a joust war. Nor shall our feet be guilty of new steps, Till I obtain a truce from murdering war. I love the daughter of thine enemy. Fair Katharina hath inthrald my heart. To conquer all the world, fair Katharine, Whose beauty in mine eye surmounts it far. Virtue and love conducts me to your sister. Oh no, my father does affect the Prince: Beside, my sisters heart is so combined To his in perfect love, that Burbons hate, Nor all the world that knot can separate. Then sorrow not for him, but turn the stream Of gentle pity on thy wretched friend, Within whose bosom love hath kindled fire, So ardent, that the flames will bury me. Philip is throned in my sisters eyes: But in my love disdain and hatred lies. As stepdame's, orphans, night, the cleer-fac't day, So does she hate me, and return my woes, Like a steeled Anvil backward on my self. She is all hate, yet such a lovely foe, That I must kiss the sword that wounds me so. Forbear a while (deer Pembroke: ) by our vows, Which in the book of heaven are registered, By all the rights of friendship, by that love Thou bearest thy native Country, I conjure thee, This day to be the Trumpet of my worth, To speak the passion of thy grieved friend, To Katharines ears, till those pure Ivory gates, Pierced with the volley of thy battering words, Give way to my laments to touch her heart: For this have I extracted thee from many, Made thee my fellow Pilgrim to her shrine, Knowing thy thoughts from loves Religion free When my prayers fail, thy tongue may plead for me. But yet her looks are haggard and obscure, Which makes me doubtful sheele not stoop to lure. Now Pembroke, show thy friendships true effect, Obfayne her love, my life thou shalt protect. What means my second self by this long stay? I cannot rest till I be certified, What good or bade success my suit returns: But he is gone, and in fair Katharines hand I see his picture. What may this pretend? No Prince, but Pembroke dwells in Katharines eye, Whose that disturbs our pleasing solitude. Know you not me? my name is Ferdinand, Whose faithful love Lord Pembroke late commenced? Why, he was Orator in my behalf: If I should speak for him, as he for me, Then should I breathe forth his passion, not mine own. I, I, 'tis so, the villain, in my name, Hath purchased her affection for himself, And therefore was he absent from the feast: And therefore shuns my sighed, and leaves behind This counterfeit, to keep him still in mind. 'Tis so, 'tis so, base Traitor, for this wrong My sword shall cut out thy perfidious tongue. I know not how: Is trothless Pembroke there? Nor mine with so much hate. Pembroke, a word. That Pembroke is a villain. Look not so strange, I speak it not your friend, But he that in his soul hath sworn thine end. A dream of death: meet me to morrow morning, As thou art Pembroke and a Gentleman, By yond fair River side, which parts our Camps. You know the place, come armed, and so farewell. Push, meet me. Revenge, smile on, thou shalt drink blood thy fill. Thy countenance argues a deceitful soul. Pen never writ of a more treacherous friend, Then, Pembroke, thou hast proved to Ferdinand. Pembroke, remember that thou fail me not. Good morrow to thy death: draw, Pe ̄ brook, draw, The ground thou treadest upon, must be thy graven. I, upon me. Dally not, Pembroke, I am bent to fight, And that with thee for the best blood thou bearest. My will. Then yowl not draw? Thou art a coward, and thou darest not fight. Go to, you are a villain and a coward, And by the royal blood that gave me life, I'll kill thee, Pembroke, though thou do not draw. Zounds, but I will: & traitor, take thou that. Why so, now manfully defend thy self. I hate thee deadly, and I seek thy life: What other reason, Pembroke, wouldst thou have? Prepare, prepare, in this conflict to show, Thou art a Knight, and canst overcome thy foe. I hope I have slain thee. What, livest thou yet? then my fare is ill. The Like debility my joints do feel. I fear not (Pembroke) to discover now. Thou Wertenberg my Spokesman unto Katharine, And treacherously thou stolest away her heart. O, I can say no more, my spirits do faint. Pembroke, farewell, I have revenged my wrong. His name, I pray thee. What's he acquainted with my name? belike some one Loved Pembroke, and supposing (wrongfully) Me slain by him, to satisfy for that, Observes this honour in my memory: Be not thou Ferdinand ingrateful then, But stand for Pembroke, as this knight for thee. Not for his sake thou namest, not for Ferdinand: There lived a knight excelled his petty fame, As far as costly Pearl the coursest Pebble: And English knight called Pembroke, were his bones Interred here, I would confess of him Much more then thou requirest, and be content To hang both shield and sword upon his Hearse. But I deny that saying, Giving to Pembroke that preeminence. In Pembrooks valour I will fight and die. My sighed deludes me, or stout Pembroke lives. Welcome, o welcome Pembrok, to mine arms, Whom I imagined, death had taken from me. Tell me, deer friend, since our unlucky fight, Have you herd ought of my disdainful Love? Has then my shadow and supposed death Brought that to pass my living substance could not? Content, I hold your counsel for the best: Weel once conclude our sorrows with a jest. What if I held a book, as if I prayed? And she is welcome unto Ferdinand. Hide not those splenda ̄ to lights, hereafter be A constant wife, it shall suffice for me. What Pembroke counsels, we continued ̄ sent unto. Such as will make thee, Rodorick, fly for life. And Ferdinand that loves thee as his soul. Ever the least hair fallen from his kingly head, Rodorick, thy base trunk shall be butchered. Zounds, then in spite, Weel save Navarre, and chase you hence in fight. All. Would, would. That was my father that you fought against. I hope we shall: farewell, isle to my charge. Are the Kings severed? will they bow to peace? It shall not; for isle seek him through the Host, And with this sword pare off the Traitors head. That is Rodoricke. Falsely termed Ferdinand a Ravisher. Stand not to argue, let's all run at him. Now by my Knighthood, honour, and this gage, France, isle approve you wrong that Ferdinand. We are the friendly sons of adverse parents, Your long lost children, though supposed slain, We live, and come to joy your age again. Still he surmounts me in and honoured love, Rise, friend; or if thou strivest to have the world, In me, as in a glass, see a false friend. Behold, I kneel, and here proclaim to all, My friendship's broke, but thine substantial. My fair Love!