Bow. By Jesu, and you go this way you must pay custom. Zounds, you pick-hatch[150] Cavaliero petticote-monger, can you find time to be catching Thomasin? come, deliver, or by Zenacrib & the life of king Charlimayne, Ile thrash your coxcombe as they doe hennes at Shrovetyde[151]. No, will you not doe, you Tan-fat? Zounds, then have at you.
They fight, Bowyer hath the wench, rescued by Fraunce, recovered by Navar. Philip meetes Rodorick, rescued by Peter. Retreat is sounded, the enemies begin to retire, Rodorick chased by Philip. Enter at severall doores, after retreate sounded, Pembrooke and Ferdinand.
Ferd. Are the Kings severd? will they bow to peace?
Pemb. Peace is a welcome ghest unto their hearts,
But Rodoricke (like a greedy envious churle
Fearing to spend his wealth) still keeps them backe.
Tis he exasperates the Princes hate,
And when our Trumpets call them to retyre
He with warres clangor sets them on agayne.
Unless he be remoov'd our labour's lost.
Ferd. It shall not, for Ile seek him through the Host And with this sword pare off the Traytors head.
Pem. Doe, and Ile scoure these ranks: if Pembroks eye Encounters his, he meets his Tragedy.
Alarum. Enter Philip pursuing Rodoricke.
Phil. Stay, warlike friends, and ayd me in revenge.
Ferd. That is Rodoricke.
Pem. Heere's the Traytor, strike him downe.