_Enter Fraunce, Burbon, Rodoricke, Peter de Lions, at one dore; at the other Navar, Flaunders, Dicke Bowyer and Souldiers: Pembrooke betweene them_. _Pem_. Stay your intended march. _Lew_. What Peere of France Or in the world, so haughty-resolute, Dare breathe the word of "stay" to mighty Fraunce? _Nav_. Or what art thou presum'st to stay my course? _Pem_. A knight I am and to adventures bound: This monument erected for my friend By me is garded. If you meane to passe, You must do homage or else fight with me. _Lew_. Homage of me! Know I am King of France And in subjection to no earthly powers. _Nav_. Thou knowst not what thou sayst to challenge us Of any such inferiour priviledge. What homage is it thou requir'st of us? _Pem_. First to acknowledge him lyes buried here The faythfulst Lover and most valyant Knight That in this time drew sword or manag'd horse. _Bow_. And what was he? Ascapart[139] or your countreyman Gargantua, that stuft every button of his coate with a load of hay? 'S hart, wee have met a fellow here's all mouth, hee speakes nothing but Monarch. Doest thou heare, King? give me leave to incounter this puckfist,[140] and if I doe not make him cry _Peccavi_ say Dicke Bowyer's a powdered Mackrell. _Pet_. My bloud beginnes to boyle; I could be pleasd To have this fellow by the eares but that Theres many of my betters heere in place. _Fland_. King of Navarre, let Flanders cope with him. _Burb_. Imperiall France, give Burbon leave to try The hazzard of a combat with this Boaster. _Pem_. Dispatch, Navarre: one of you come forth To enterchange a warlike blow or two. _Lew_. First let us know what penalty thou setst Upon thy selfe if thou be vanquished. _Pem_. A recantation of my former wordes, A servitude to him that conquers me; But who soever is by me subdued Must leave his Shield to beautifie this shrine. _Bur_. Let not, Navar, my Lord, rob us of honor. Say Burbon first shall breake a Launce with him. _Rod_. Ascribe that priviledge, my Lord, to mee; And Roderick will have death or victory. _Lew_. No, noble Roderick; Burbon shall begin, And as he speedes we will imploy your power. _Pem_. Provide thee, Burbon, Ile not favour thee. _Bur_. Be sure Ile shew thee like hostility. _Lew_. Hold, the advantage is [up]on thy side; The Duke of Burbon shal hang up his shield. _Pem_. Ide rather have his life then al your shelds. Who is next? _Bow_. Zounds, I think he has a patten to take up all the shields ith countrey. Hang me, if thou wantst worke heeres for Navar, the earle of Pembrok and Cavaliero Bowier. [_Fight_.] A thousand pound to a Taylors bodkin this fellow has a familiar; but howsomever, thou mayst thank my lame legge. Theres my shield. _Lew_. Now, Roderick, betake you to your taske. [_Fight_. _Rodor_. My fortune's answerable to the rest. _Lew_. Since all miscarrie, Fraunce will put his chaunce Upon the hazzard of the Dice for once.