_Pem_. Lewis of Fraunce, heare what an English Earle Speaks in the front and view of all thy Host. If ever Ferdinand staynd Katharines honour I was a party: yet in all your Campe Who dares step forth and call me ravisher? No, Fraunce: know Pembroke is an Englishman Highly deriv'd, yet higher in my thoughts; And for to register mine acts in brasse, Which all-devouring time shall ne're race out, Have I through all the Courts of Christendome In knightly tryall prov'd my vertue sound, Raisd England's fame aloft; and shall I now In her next continent, her neighbour Realme, Fraunce, on whose bosome I may stand and see That blessed soyle that bred and fostred me, Soyle all my late got honour to consent Unto a royall Princes ravishment? Ide sooner from a mountayne cast my selfe, Or from a hungry Lyon teare his prey, Then dare to act a deed so infamous. _Enter Katharina_. But words are ayre. Lewis, behold this face: This prooves our honour cleere from all disgrace. _Lew_. My Katharine! _Phil_. My deare Sister! _Fer_. My fayre Love! _Pem_. See, Princes, loves effect: she flies your hand To live imbrac't with her deare Ferdinand. _Lew_. And heaven forbid that we should sunder them. Navar, reach me thy hand: grym war is fled And peace shall end the same in a nuptiall bed. Sonne Philip, ratify your sisters choyce. _Phil_. Even with my soule; for ever live you blest. Oh, Bellamira, had not cursed Burbon For beauty robd thy cheeks with leprosie, Hadst then but stayd with me, as is their state, So had bin mine, happy and fortunate. _Enter Clowne attyred like a Gentleman, Bellamira following with a Scarfe on her face_. _Clow_. By your leave, sweet blouds: may a Gentleman or so deceyve two or three ounces of words in this assembly? _Lew_. You may. _Clow_. Is there not a young Kings sonne amongst you, who treading the steps of his father is called Philip. _Phil_. I am the man thou seekst. _Clow_. Then the old saying is verified, He that seeks shall find. Heere is a poore kinswoman of mine would desire some private conference with you, or so. _Phil_. With me?--whom see I? Bellamira! _Nav_. Daughter! _Phil_. Do not deride my woes; speake, speake, I pray. _Pem_. Looke not so strange; it is thy lovely Love Thus manag'd to approve thy constancy. Embrace her then: and now Navar and Fraunce, Here end our strife and let all hatred fall And turne this warre to Hymens festivall. _Nav_. This Pembrooks counsell we subscribe unto. _Lew_. The like doth Fraunce. Lovers, imbrace your loves And, Captaines, joyne your bands; mix power with power And let those swords, which late were drawne for death, Sleepe in their sheaths. You, worthy Pembrooke[155], And all your followers, shall receyve our favours In plenteous largesse. So, set on to Court; Sound Drums and Trumpets, deafe the ayre with cryes, And fill eche subjects heart with joyes increase T'applaud our childrens love and this dayes peace. [_Exeunt_.