_Burb_. And tis most true that I love _Bellamira_. Now, if thou art in favor of thy wench, Many a meeting thou mayst helpe me to And learne besides what sutors seeke her love And whom she most affects. These things once knowne Twere worth a Dukedome, _Peter_. _Pet_. Sbloud, give me A Dukedome and Ile warrant you the knowledge Of these things ten times o're. _Rod_. Theres Angels for thee, _Peter_, thinke on them And doe thy best to helpe thy master's love.-- Well howsoever I smooth it to the Duke, My thoughts are bent on his destruction. _Pet_. You have my heart In your purse; Ile doe anything for you. _Bur_. And thou shalt want no gold; and so farwel. [_Exeunt_. _Pet_. I cannot chuse to farewell, and have the good Angels to comfort me; yet I am melancholy. Heeres gold to make me merry: O but (hey ho) heres love to make me sad. To avoyd prolixity I am crost with a Sutor that wants a piece of his toung, and that makes him come lisping home. They call him _Cavaliero Bowyer_; he will have no nay but the wench. By these hilts, such another swash-buckler lives not in the nyne quarters of the world. Why, he came over with the Earle of Pembrooke, and he limps and he limps & he devoures more French ground at two paces then will serve _Thomasin_ at nineteene. If ever he speake French, to avoyd prolixity, he will murder the toung. Ile provide for him; theres but small choice. Either he shall renounce the wench or forsake his lame legs, his lisping toung and his life to: for by S. _Denis_ I had rather dye in a ditch then be bobd[111] of my fayre _Thomasin_. [_Exit_. [SCENE 2.] _Enter at one dore_ Philip _and_ Roderick, _a drummer before them with his Drum at his back: at the other dore_ Ferdinand _and_ Pembrooke _with their Drummes_. _Ferd_. Whither goes royall _Philip_ thus prepard? _Phil_. On what adventure goes Prince _Ferdinand_? _Ferd_. To conquer all the world, fayre _Katharine_, Whose beauty in mine eye surmounts it far. Vertue and love conducts me to your sister. _Phil_. On the like voyage are my fortunes bound, I goe to winne thy sister. _Ferd_. Some fayre Starre On our great hopes shine fayre and debonaire. _Pem_. Amen, sayth _Pembroke_. _Rod_. Amen, sayth _Rodoricke_, _Ferd_. This way my Love dwels. _Phil_. In this ayre breathes mine. _Both_. Farewell. _Phil_. Prince _Ferdinand_ if these cross loves Enjoy a wisht success, peace here shall dwell. _Ferd_. And we be friendly Brothers. _Phil_. True. _Ferd_. Farewell. [_Exeunt Philip and Rodoricke_.