Actus Primus.
[SCENE 1.]
Enter Lewes, King of France, Philip his sonne, Katharina his daughter, Roderick and Flaunders, with drum and colours, and soldiers at one dore: at the other enter Navar, Ferdinand, Bellamira, and, the Earle of Pembroke, and Burbon.
[Lew.] Duke Roderick and my noble cozen Flaunders, Are your Battalions ready for the charge?
Rod. Ten thousand men of Orleance I commaund And those are bravely marshald on the playn, Ready to be commaunded by your Highnesse.
Flaund. As many of the warlike brood of Mars
Doe call me Generall: those, my gracious Lord,
Together with my selfe I recommend
To be commaunded by your Majesty.
Lew. Thanks, Earle of Flaunders, Duke of Orleance, thanks. What lets us that we charge not on the foe?
Nav. My Lord of Pembrooke, are your Englishmen Squadron'd with ours and ready for the charge?
Pem. The French and English make one warlike body Whereof your Highnesse is the moving head: Or peace or warre, as pleaseth you, direct.
Nav. Then war and give the signal through the host.