[_Lew_.] Duke _Roderick_ and my noble cozen _Flaunders_,
Are your Battalions ready for the charge?

_Rod_. Ten thousand men of Orleance I commaund
And those are bravely marshald on the playn,
Ready to be commaunded by your Highnesse.

_Flaund_. As many of the warlike brood of _Mars_
Doe call me Generall: those, my gracious Lord,
Together with my selfe I recommend
To be commaunded by your Majesty.

_Lew_. Thanks, Earle of Flaunders, Duke of Orleance, thanks.
What lets us that we charge not on the foe?

_Nav_. My Lord of Pembrooke, are your Englishmen
Squadron'd with ours and ready for the charge?

_Pem_. The French and English make one warlike body
Whereof your Highnesse is the moving head:
Or peace or warre, as pleaseth you, direct.

_Nav_. Then war and give the signal through the host.

_Lew_. Navar, Navar, submission were more meete
Then to adde bloud to wrong.

_Nav_. What wrong, King _Lewes_?
The Kingdome of Navar we will acknowledge