Pem. Tis princely Philip. Helpe to rescue him.
Rod. What slaves are these that dare oppose themselves In rescue of a murderer 'gainst an Host?
Ferd. Such as will make thee, Roderick, fly for life.
Pet. Zounds, men are mortall; to avoyd prolixity, My lord of Orleance, your best course is flying, And therein I will be your follower.
Rod. Fly before three, and be thus strong? 'Twere madnesse.
Pem. We trifle time; let's drive them from the Tent.
Alarum and drive away Peter and Rodoricke.
Pem. Live, worthy Philip; Pembrooke bids thee live,
That did suspect this complot at the tombe
When in the honour of Prince Ferdinand
You did resigne your shield.
Phil. Th[e] Earle of Pembrooke!
Ferd. And Ferdinand that loves thee as his soule.