LOUIS

Thanks, Earl of Flanders, Duke of Orleans, thanks, What lets us that we charge not on the Foe? Navarre, Navarre, submission were more meet, Then to add blood to wrong. Three hundred years prescriptions on our sides, So long thy Ancestors by fealty Have held thy Kingdom of the Crown of France. Why pause our drums? our true ̄ pets, speak as loud, Till the bright air be made a purple cloud. Or rather comes it ( Lews ) from thy soul? Thy Philip, the true Image of thy self? Thy Katharina, thy hearts chiefest joy? Show me some reason (son) for this demand. What says Navarre? what, is't war or peace? Here, strike the truce upon my kingly hand, Which is as surely ratified in this, As by the testimonial of a world. So now, for three months space all wars surcease, Our thoughts are wholly fixed on love and peace. Prince Ferdinand, and honoured English Pembroke, Now by S. Denis, welcome. One run straight, And give our daughter notice of these guests. What man, we know you come prepared to woo: To woo, to win; now by our sacred life, We wish in soul our daughter were your wife. Our son is with your sister, fair hap wait: For peace or war lives in your love or hate. Welcome once more, first, weel go see your love, After, to banquet, and from thence to woo. Be merry, then weel share a friendly partly, But you shall triumph in our daughters heart. Thus did the Greeks, when they begirt the walls Of strong built Troy, sometime with friendly check Entertain peace, and spend their frolic hours, In courtly feasting of each other foe. Welcome (young Ferdinand ) I promise you, It cheers my spirit we do embrace you here, And welcome too (brave Lord) we cannot say, As if we were in Paris; we might say, Your viands shall be costly: but presume, Such as the Camp affords, weel have the best. Daughter, I prithee bid them welcome. Why, now thou dost content thy father, Kate, When wholly unto merriment inclined, Thou answerst with Like sympathy of mind. Princes, let's enter: come, I'll led the way: The feast is mine, you are my guests this day. Where are these Lords? the one hath sat with me, And suddenly is risen from the board: The other came not at all. Daughter, saw you The Prince or Pembroke, which way they are gone? Back to their Tents, and take no leave of us? Nay, then I fear their meaning was too smooth, And some black Treason covered in their smiles, Which we will seek immediately to prevent. Where is Navarre? Here are the Articles concluded on, I could not rest, till I had signed them, And brought them to your Highness. A month hence The marriage shall be fully solemnized, So please your Majesty and your fair daughter: Are you content? I see her not. How? my sons beloved! Did he do the deed? And he shall rue his treason. Espoused her! O, my deer son, Thou makest me famous by thy loyalty. We are glad she's gone, though we dissemble it. Son, bridle this affection, cease these laments, She did not valve them. Join your hands, And all with us swear vengeance on the Duke. What means our son? Where goes our son? Stay him: this fury will betray thy life. Poor king made wretched by thy desperate son. More Tragedies at hand, what news bring Rodo ricke? Our daughter? That was my child dishonoured by thy son. Thou hast betrayed us, king, And trained us to a loathed festival, The marriage of thy stained and leprous child, While in our absence, Ferdinand unjust, Hath stained our daughters beauty with vild lust. That proved their loves were feigned, and of set ma lice, He came to view our Camp, how he might act That deed of obloquy, and escape with life. Where's our Child? Seek Ferdinand. Petty king, For this our wrong, look to be underling. Are we entrapped, Navarre? He did a deed of merit and of fame, Poisoned the Sister of a ravisher, A Tarquin, and incestuous Tereus, And our poor Child the wronged Philomel: Arayne our Battles straight, and join with Burbon. Speak then in war and death: In other terms, out rage will spend no breath. Navarre, thou darest not. Welcome. Oh, bring valiant men. Weel think on nought but graves & to ̄ bs till then. What Peer of France, Or in the world so haughty resolute, Dare breathe the word of stay to mighty France? Homage of me! Know I am King of France, And in subjection to no earthly power. First let us know what penalty thou settest Upon thy self, if thou be vanquished. No, noble Rodorick, Burbon shall begin, And as he speeds, we will employ your power. Hold, the advantage is on thy side, The Duke of Burbon shall hang up his shield. Now Rodorick, betake you to your task. Since all miscarry, France will put his chance Upon the hazard of the Dice for once. I yield to law and thy approved valour. King of Navarre, will only you fit out? Navarre, this now may testify thy wrong, In false accusing me for his remove. Injurious king, it was base Ferdinand, On whom joust heavens have shown joust vengeance here, Ravished my Katharine and conveyed her hence, Where I shall never more behold her face. 'Tis true, and we'll maintain it with our swords. And I will meet with thee. Found Drums and Trumpets: honoured knight, farewell: Who shall survive next morn, stram ̄ ge news shall tell. Why, the heat's great, It burns in our Armour as we march. The Duke of Orleans hath counseled well, I'll in and recreate me in my Tent. Farewell, my Lord, when you resolve to fight, Proclaim your meaning by a Canons mouth, And with a volley I will answer you. Is false Navarre so thirsty to drink blood, That he must join the Squadron of his troops, Before the signal of the battle's given. Belike you thought to take us unprepared. No, king, our wrong hangs Like a watch before us, And makes us number every short-lynd minute, Till your lives answer for our Daughters death; Charge, brave spirits: Saint Denis now for France. Navarre and his weak forces make retire: Pursue them, Sirs, the victory is ours. What frantic knights are those that dare oppose Their single force against our multitudes? Follow Navarre. Navarre, why have you sounded a retreyt? Will your proud heart decline and call us Lord? France beg a peace! Navarre derides us. Found war, and bravely let us once more too't. False Ferdinand his son, ravished our child. That did Rodorick. He poisoned her deservedly. His death shall be thy death; for thy hand slew him. Navarre, agreed. Soldiers, this killed your Lords. And they shall find none. Philip, my son! And thou Philip? Welcome, deer child, Thy presence half our sorrow hath exiled. Had I my Katharina once again, Our joy were then stretched to the highest strain: But she was ravished, and then murdered. My Katharine! And heaven forbid that we should sunder them. Navarre, reach me thy hand: grim war is fled, And peace shall end the same in a nuptial bed. Son Philip, ratify your sisters choice. You may. The Like does France: Lovers embrace your Loves; And Captains, join your Bans, mix power with power, And let those swords, which late were drawn for death, Sleep in their sheathes. You, worthy Pembroke, And all your followers, shall receive our favours, In plenteous largess: so, set on to Court; Found Drums and Trumpets, deaf the air with cries, And fill eke subjects heart with joys increase, T'applaud our children's love, and this days peace. In Burbons rescue draw our forces up.