And soone resolve the Duke in fire and smoke
That he maintaines a title false and forg'd,
And that _Navar_ is a usurping Lord.

_Na_. On that Ile hazzard all these valiant lives.
Sound Drums and Trumpets! make King _Lewes_ know
He makes his best friend prove his greatest foe.

_Lew_. Why pause our drums? our trumpets beat as loud!
Till the bright ayre be made a purple cloud.

_Phil_. Pause, gracious father.

_Ferd_. Noble father, pause.
Let _Ferdinand_ thy sonne so far prevayle
That peace, not war, may end this difference.

_Bel_. For _Bellamiraes_ sake abstayne from war.

_Phil_. _Philip_ thy sonne humbly desires a peace:
Let not my father sheathe his warlike sword
Within the bowels of his Countrymen.

_Kath_. Thy daughter _Katharina_ prayes the like.

_Nav_. From whence proceeds this sudden sound of peace?
Comes it from me? what? from my _Ferdinand_,
From _Bellamira_ my sweet second selfe?

_Lew_. Or rather comes it, _Lewes_, from thy soule,