Pem. For Ferdinand my valour will I try.
Ferd. In Pembrooks valour I will fight and die.
[Discover eche other in fighting.
Pem. Eyther I dreame or this is Ferdinand.
Ferd. My sight deludes me or stout Pembroke lyves.
Pem. Thrice happy hour[143]! I do embrace my friend.
Ferd. Welcome, oh welcome, Pembrok, to myne armes, Whom I imagined death had tane from me.
Pem. The like did I by Princely Ferdinand, But that he lives my soule confounds with joy.
Ferd. Tell me, deare friend, since our unlucky fight Have you heard ought of my disdainfull Love?
Pem. Of her and all the rest. Her Father lives:
This is his shield and this is great Navars,
This Rodoricks, [this] the Duke of Orleance,
And this malicious Burbons: all the which
I forc't from them to beautifie thy shrine.
But tis of Katharine thou desir'st to heare:
She likewise hath bin here; her flinty heart,
So much before inclined to cruelty,
Now waxeth tender: she no sooner saw
Thy picture here, but by heavens providence,
Or how I know not, she so doats on it
As I supposde she would a dyed for love.