Lew. Thou hast betrayed us, king,
And traynd us to a loathed festivall,
The mariage of thy staynd and leprous child,
Whilst in our absence Ferdinand unjust
Hath staind our daughters beautie with vild lust.
Flaun. If you remember, he & English Pembroke Last day forsooke your Campe as discontent.
Lew. That proov'd their loves were fayn'd, and of set malice He came to view our Campe, how he might act That deed of obloquy and scape with lyfe.
Nav. Tis Fraunce hath done the wrong: you have commenst
This deed of death on Pembrook & our son,
And now, to cover it, suggest and fayne
Our guiltlesse sonne a guilty ravisher.
But render me their bodies.
Lew. Where's our Child?
Nav. Seeke her.
Lew. Seeke Ferdinand.
Nav. Fraunce!
Lew. Petty king, For this our wrong looke to be underling.
Nav. What Drum is this?