_Pem_. Is love the cause? then wherefore wage we war? What matter ist who weares both Diadems, When the succession lives in eythers heyre? If _Ferdinand_ be crown'd king of Navar, Fayre _Katherina_ shalbe crownd his Queene: If _Philip_ weare the Diadem of France, Fayre _Bellamira_, made his lovely Queene, Swayes half the Scepter. See what heaven can doe,-- Provide for peace even in the jawes of war! _Kath_. How sweetly doth the Earle of Pembrooke speake! Now, trust me, I am ravisht with his voyce. _Lew_. What says _Navar_? What, is [i]t war or peace? _Na_. A truce for three moneths, so it please your Highnes, During which time our children shall have leave With Drum and Trumpet to surveigh the Campe, To court our daughters and to feast themselves As fits the sonnes of honourable foes. And if it prove a match betweene them both, There end all difference: Ile bequeath my Crowne As a rich offering to their nuptiall Rites. _Lew_. 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 moneths space all warres surcease: Our thoughts are wholy fixt on love and peace. [_Exe_. _Manent_ Rodorick _and_ Burbon. _Rod_. Zounds, here's a truce made up by miracle! _Burb_. Ile crosse it by a wily stratageme. _Rod_. What stratageme? _Bur_. By love to _Bellamira_. O could I dive into the Prince's heart By any insinuation ne're so base, How easily might I effect my plot To make the kingdome of Navarre mine owne. 'Twere but a dram or so unto the sonne, And a small thing would send the old man hence. What, noble _Rodorick_? to gayne a Crowne A Duke would doe much. _Rod_. More then poyson two. But you, my Lord, forget your selfe too farre. Know you to whom you have disclosde your heart? _Bur_. Why, to the Duke of Orleance. _Rod_. The deare friend Of _Lewes_ the French King. _Burb_. King me no Kings. Although we seeme to be of severall sides, _Rodorick_, we love together like true friends. This Truce gives ayme to our intention: Assist me (worthy _Orleance_) to effect First my desired love and next the Crowne. _Rod_. _Peter de Lions_ is your Lordships servant, A boone companion and a lusty knave. He is in love with _Bellamiraes_ mayd, And by that love he may bestead your Highnesse More then your best friends in your best designes. Call him forth. _Burb_. What! _Peter_! _Enter_ Peter. _Pet_. Here, my Lord. _Burb_. Why dost thou looke so wildly? _Pet_. Not with drinke Nor yet with rage. _Rod_. His lookes are wild with love. _Pet_. With love, surreverence[110]? can there be a face In all the world patcht up with eyes and lips, A forhead and a payre of crimson cheeks, To make me doat on, to make me looke wild? _Rod_. Come, come, tis knowne that you love _Thomasin_. _Pet_. Zounds they that know that know my heart & all: I have not the power to deny it, tis most true.