.

_Nod_. Captayne, deride me not. I protest I came by this mischaunce by
good service, by following a spy that came to discover our army.

_Bow_. O notable Rogue! did not I find thee asleepe and threw thee into
a ditch?

_Nod_. Was't you? by this light, I took you for a spy.

_Bow_. Yet saw me not no more then a Molewarp. This is an egregious
Rogue.

_Nod_. Yes, I saw you well ynough and I did but try how you would
use me.

_Bow_. By this flesh and bloud many one that lyes in his grave was not
halfe so sencelesse. But the Watch breakes up: every one to his quarter,
away!

[_Exeunt_.

[SCENE 2.]

_Enter Clowne_.

_Clow_. Tis true, they are gone together, and I am sent to watch Prince
Ferdinand and the Earle of Pembrooke. This way they went, but they are
got out of sight. I were very bad to be a hound, that have no better a
sent. If they were hares as they are men, I should think them squatted.
But, husht! here comes one of them.

_Enter Ferdinand_.

_Ferd_. The morne lookes red, red mornes doe threat a storme;
That storme shall light on Pembrooke or my selfe.
This is our meeting place; here runnes the streame
That parts our camps; the time consorts the place;
And (Pembrooke) if thy reputation hold,
It is thy q. to enter.

_Enter Pembrooke_.

_Clow_. Heere comes the tother; this is lucke upon lucke. Now will I run
and fetch my mistris the Lady Katharine to part their fray. [_Exit_.

_Pem_. Good end succeed my early heavynesse!
Three times my feet, as loth to guide me hither,
Have stumbled in a playne and even way.
My sword forsooke his scabbard once or twice;
Bloud from my nostrills thrice hath spowted forth,
And such a dymnesse overrunnes my sight
That I have tane a tree to bee a man
And question'd with it about serious things.
This is the place where I must meet my friend:
Yonder he stands.--Good morrow, Ferdinand.

_Ferd_. Good morrow to thy death. Draw, Pembrooke, draw,
The ground thou treadst upon must be thy grave.

_Pem_. Draw upon Ferdinand?

_Ferd_. I, upon me.
Dally not, Pembrooke; I am bent to fight
And that with thee for the best blood thou bearst.

_Pem_. You have some reason for this resolution.

_Ferd_. My will.

_Pem_. A sorry argument to kill your friend.
I must have better reason then your will
Or Ile not draw upon my Ferdinand.
Our love is older then of one dayes growth;
A yeres continuance hath united us.
Have we not made an enterchan