war.

_Lew_. Shew me some reason (sonne) for this demand.

_Nav_. Shew me some reason (children) for this prayer.

_Fer_. I love the daughter of thine enemy:
Fayre _Katherina_ hath inthrald my heart.

_Phil_. I love the daughter of thine enemy:
Fayre _Bellamira_ hath inthrald my heart.

_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