Pem. That Traytor for a deed so false, so foule, Hath answerd it by this even with his soule.
Nav. Our sonne and valours bloome, th[e] English Pembrooke, By Lewes treachery were butchered.
Phil. Were the whole world joynd in so false a thing, Alone Ide combat all and cleere the King.
Pem. Fraunce never had designe in their two deaths.
Nav. He leagu'd with Burbon that destroyd my child.
Lew. He poysoned her deservedly.
Phil. That deed of shame Cut off his life and raced out Burbons name.
Lew. His death shalbe thy death, for thy hand slue him.
Nav. This other in the battell twice to day Made us retire. Fraunce, shall we joyne in league Till we have veng'd our malice on these knights?
Lew. Navar, agreed. Souldiers, this kyld your Lords.