Pet. Downe with the villaynes.
Rod. Souldiers, seyze on him And then pursue Navar with sudden death.
Ferd. Ere the least hayre fall from his kingly head, Rodorick, thy base trunck shall be butchered.
Pem. Will you accept of peace?
Lew. Follow Navar!
Pet. Downe with that murderer!
Fer. Zounds, then, in spight Weele save Navar and chase you hence in fight.
All. Ha, ha!
Pem. Nay, smile not; though our number's few Our great hearts tell us we shall conquere you. Alarum and S. George!
Alarum: they fight. Enter Navar and his forces,
Fraunce chaste away.