Phil. You did as much to mine.
Pem. Princes, agree:
Force cannot end this war, but policy.
Therefore disperse your selves, and let our Squires
With Trumpets in their mouthes sound lowd retreat
Where you perceive the fight most violent.
The strangenesse of which act will straight amaze;
When they shall heare both peace and war denounc'd,
And one selfe instant, they will soone retire
To know the issue. Princes, fall to worke,
Tis worke of charity; 'twould doe me good
If we could end this battell without bloud.
Fer. I hope we shall: farewell, Ile to my charge.
Pem. The like will Pembrooke.
Phil. Philip is not last: Yet, though I seeke the safety of my friends, Rodorick shall lose his bloud e're this fight ends.
Alarum; excursions. Enter Peter leading Thomasin.
Pet. Struggle not, strive not; your sweete heart Bowyer cannot save you. Without prolixity you must goe with mee.
Tho. Helpe, helpe.
Pet. And the God of warre come in thy defence my humour is to kill him. Come away.
Enter Bowyer.