Rod. I guide thee to the Tent? I know thee not. What! murder! ho! will no man heare my voyce?
Enter Peter and 2 or 3 souldiers.
Pet. Yes, here are those [that] can heare well ynough. Where is the murdered and the murderer?
Rod. Peter, behold thy masters breathlesse truncke, And there's Prince Philip that hath murdered him.
Pet. To avoyd prolixity Ile kill him; yet first give me leave to weepe for my master.
Rod. First seyze the murderer and after weepe.
Phil. He that first ventures to attach my life Let him be sure he hath a life to spare, For I will send one breathlesse to the grave.
Pet. You that have nyne lives assault the gentleman.
Rod. What, peasants! dare you not attach the slave?
Ile rayse the whole Campe but Ile apprehend him.
Alarum, drummes! Souldiers, incircle him,
And eyther apprehend or slay the wretch.
Enter Pembrooke and Ferdinand.