Kath. Will Pembrooke triumph in a womans fall?
Pem. You anger me. Respect young Ferdinand.
Kath. You please me not to speake of Ferdinand.
Pem. Nay, then, tis time to go or wrong my friend. Since, Madam, what I would I cannot doe, Mine honour here bids me leave off to woo. [Exit.
Kath. Stay, Pembrooke, Katharine will sue to thee; So shalt thou keepe thy fayth and loyalty.
Bow. Tary, sir, tary, we want the length of your nose: nay, if you will not heare, Ile be so bold as to follow your nose. Sir, tary, tary. [Exit.
Kath. He will not heare nor (too unkind) looke backe.
Payn. But, Madam, spight his heart you shall see this.
Kath. Give me his picture. Image far more kind
Then is the substance whence thou art deriv'd,
Which way soever I divert my selfe
Thou seemst to follow with a loving eye.
Thee will I therefore hold within my armes
As some small comfort to increasing harmes.
Enter Ferd.