Phil. We will not rise from this submissive ground Till we obtayne, if not a peace, a truce.
Fer. Nor shall our feet be guilty of new steps Till I obtayne a truce from murdering 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 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.