Fight, and hurt eche other; both fall downe as dead.
Ferd. I hope I have slayne thee.
Pem. Oh I feare thy life. How fares my Ferdinand?
Ferd. What? liv'st thou yet? Then my fare is ill.
Pem. I am markt for death, I feele a generall fayntnesse through my lymmes; Expence of bloud will soone expend my life.
Ferd. The like debility my joynts doe feele.
Pem. Then we must both dye. In the latest of death Tell me, oh tell me, whence proceeds this hate?
Ferd. I feare not (Pembrooke) to discover now.
Thou wert my Spokes-man unto Katherine
And treacherously thou stol'st away her heart.
Oh I can say no more, my spirits doe faynt:
Pembrooke, farewell; I have reveng'd my wrong.
Pem. O yet a little longer, gracious time,
Detayne his princely spirit in his brest
That I may tell him he is misse-inform'd
And purge my selfe unto my dying friend.
But death hath layd his num-cold hand upon me:
I am arrested to depart this life.
Deare Ferdinand, although thou be my death,
On thee Ile friendly breathe my latest breath.
Enter Forrester.