Nav. Fraunce and his daunted forces gives us ground. Charge, charge agayne, and we are Conquerours.
Phil. Stand or ne're stirre agayne.
Nav. What meane these knights?
Pem. To stop your passage this way, great Navar.
I charge thee by the duty of a king,
Thy love to Justice and thy subjects lives,
You sound retreat and make a peace with Fraunce.
Nav. A peace! and have the vantage of the day!
Bow. That's a tricke by Jesu to mocke an Ape: wee'le none of that.
Nav. Wee'le have no peace but what our swords can make. Follow the chase.
Phil. Are you growne insolent? For one light puffe of fortune proves it so? Nay, then our swords turn to your overthrow.
Alarum: they fight and drive in Navar.
Fer. That was my father that you fought against.