Phil. Prince Ferdinand if these cross loves Enjoy a wisht success, peace here shall dwell.
Ferd. And we be friendly Brothers.
Phil. True.
Ferd. Farewell.
[Exeunt Philip and Rodoricke.
Pem. Pity such true love, which like blessed seed
Sowne in such fertile soyle his princely brest,
By the rough stormy brow and winters hate
Of adverse parents should be timelesse nipt
And dye e're it attayne maturity.
For I have heard the Princesse whom he serves
Is hotely courted by the Duke of Burbon,
Who to effect his choyce hath in these warres
Furnisht your father with a gallant power;
His love may haply then disable Philip.
Fer. O no; my father doth affect the Prince:
Besides, my sister's heart is so combin'd
To his in perfect love that Burbon's hate
Nor all the world that knot can separate.
Then sorrow not for him, but turne the streame
Of gentle pity on thy wretched friend
Within whose bosome love hath kindled fire
So ardent that the flames will bury me.
Philip is throned in my sister's eyes,
But in my love disdayne and hatred lyes.
Pem. Doth she not pay true kindnesse with the like?
Fer. As stepdames orphanes, night the cleer-fac't day,
So doth she hate me and returne my woes
Like a steeld Anvil backward on my selfe.
She is all hate, yet such a lovely foe
That I must kisse the sword that wounds me so.
Pem. Interre these thoughts, this is her fathers tent: Drum, give a friendly summons to the king.