Enter Lewes, Ferdinand, Pembrooke, Rodoricke, and Flaunders.
Lew. Thus did the Greeks, when they begirt the walles
Of strong-built Troy, sometimes with friendly cheeks
Entertayne peace and spend their frollick houres
In courtly feasting of each other foe.
Welcome, young Ferdinand! I promise you
It cheeres my spirit we doe embrace you here:
And welcome too, brave Lord. We cannot say,
As if we were in Paris we might say,
Your viands shall be costly: but presume,
Such as the Camp affords, weele have the best.
Daughter, I prythee bid them welcome.
Kath. My Lord, I doe,
That with the Congy of a bended knee,
But this with my true hearts[114] loyalty.
Lords, you are welcome by my father's leave.
Lew. Why, now thou dost content thy father Kate, When wholy unto merryment inclined Thou answerst with like simpathy of mind.
Ferd. But yet her looks are haggard and obscure, Which makes me doubtfull sheele not stoop to lure.
Lew. Princes, let's enter: come, Ile lead the way! The feast is mine, you are my ghests this day.
Ferd. Now, Pembrooke, shew thy friendships true effect; Obtayne her love, my life thou shalt protect.
[Exeunt Lew. Ferd. Rod. & Flaund.
Kath.—He stayes behind the rest. O happy houre! Worke on (sweet Paynter) to inrich mine eye With that which els procures my tragedy.
Pem. Fayre Madam, in this confluence of sweet joy,
When every one resorts unto the feast,
Me thinkes you should not thus retyre alone,
As seeming your best fare were heavy mone.