L. Andr. But Princes whilst you friend it thus in one,
Me thinks of friendship, Nano shall haue none.
Doro. What would my Dwarfe, that I will not bestow?
Nano. My boone faire Queene is this, that you would go, 2570
Altho my bodie is but small and neate,
My stomacke after toyle requireth meate,
An easie sute, dread Princes will you wend?
K. of S. Art thou a Pigmey borne my prettie frend?
Nano. Not so great King, but nature when she framde me,
Was scant of earth, and Nano therefore namde me:
And when she sawe my bodie was so small,
She gaue me wit to make it big withall.
K. Till time when,
Dor. Eate then.
K. My friend it stands with wit, 2580
To take repast when stomacke serueth it.
Dor. Thy pollicie my Nano shall preuaile:
Come royall father, enter we my tent:
And souldiers feast it, frolike it like friends,
My Princes bid this kinde and courteous traine,
Partake some fauours of our late accord.
Thus warres haue end, and after dreadfull hate,
Men learne at last to know their good estate. Exeunt.
FINIS.