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 and next the Crowne.