Pem. Dispatch, Navarre: one of you come forth To enterchange a warlike blow or two.
Lew. First let us know what penalty thou setst Upon thy selfe if thou be vanquished.
Pem. A recantation of my former wordes,
A servitude to him that conquers me;
But who soever is by me subdued
Must leave his Shield to beautifie this shrine.
Bur. Let not, Navar, my Lord, rob us of honor. Say Burbon first shall breake a Launce with him.
Rod. Ascribe that priviledge, my Lord, to mee; And Roderick will have death or victory.
Lew. No, noble Roderick; Burbon shall begin, And as he speedes we will imploy your power.
Pem. Provide thee, Burbon, Ile not favour thee.
Bur. Be sure Ile shew thee like hostility.
Lew. Hold, the advantage is [up]on thy side; The Duke of Burbon shal hang up his shield.
Pem. Ide rather have his life then al your shelds. Who is next?