Enter Lewes, Philip, Rodoricke and Flaunders.
Lew. Where is Navar?
Phil. Where is fayre Bellamira?
Bel. My Philip! oh give leave to fly his sight.
Nav. Stay, gentle daughter; heele not injure thee.
Lew. Heere are the Articles concluded on.
I could not rest till I had signed them
And brought them to your Highnesse. A moneth hence
The mariage shall be fully solemnized,
So please your Majesty and your fayre daughter.
Are you content?
Nav. To live in discontent.
Phil. Methinks this royall presence hath dim lookes.
Is it because they are in the armes of night,
Which sets a leaden lustre in the eye?
Or hath some accident occoasted [sic] them
That troubles their aspect with melancholy?
Is Navar well? is Ferdinando well?
Is Pembrooke well? is Bellamira well?
0 where is Bellamira? tell me, Princes,
For now my tongue hath strooke upon her name
I feele a kind of killing extasie.
Where is she? in her Tent?
Bel.—Deny me father. I would not see Prince Philip with this face.
Phil. Why speak you not? what, have I toucht the string
Whereon the burden of your sorrow lyes?
Father, look round about: see you my love?
Rodoricke, look round about: see you my love?