Bow. Zounds, I think he has a patten to take up all the shields ith countrey. Hang me, if thou wantst worke heeres for Navar, the earle of Pembrok and Cavaliero Bowier. [Fight.] A thousand pound to a Taylors bodkin this fellow has a familiar; but howsomever, thou mayst thank my lame legge. Theres my shield.
Lew. Now, Roderick, betake you to your taske. [Fight.
Rodor. My fortune's answerable to the rest.
Lew. Since all miscarrie, Fraunce will put his chaunce Upon the hazzard of the Dice for once.
Pem. You are an Honorable foe, my Lord: [Fight. By law of Armes you must hang up your shield.
Lew. I yeld to law and thy approved valour. King of Navar, will onely you sit out?
Nav. No, king of Fraunce: my bloud's as hot as thine And this my weapon shall confirme my words. [Fight.
Bow. Navar, downe too! 'S hart this fellow hath the tricke of it. If he be not a witch or some Devill let me be slickt into a Carbinado.[141]
Nav. Thou sonne of Chivalrie, let me now intreate To know his name for whome thou reapst this honor, Or what he was whose bodie's heere interde?
Pem. A valiant Knight, his name yong Ferdinand, Slayne by misfortune of a friendly hand.