Thy _Philip_ the true image of thy selfe,
Thy _Katharina_ thy heart's chiefest joy?

_Rod_. Princes, you aske you know not what your selves.

_Pem_. _Rodorick_, they aske a sweet and pleasing boone.

_Rod_. Why, they aske peace and we are set for war.

_Fer_. Tis a bad peace exceeds not a just war.

_Phil_. We will not rise from this submissive ground
Till we obtayne, if not a peace, a truce.

_Fer_. Nor shall our feet be guilty of new steps
Till I obtayne a truce from murdering war.

_Lew_. Shew me some reason (sonne) for this demand.

_Nav_. Shew me some reason (children) for this prayer.

_Fer_. I love the daughter of thine enemy:
Fayre _Katherina_ hath inthrald my heart.

_Phil_. I love the daughter of thine enemy:
Fayre _Bellamira_ hath inthrald my heart.

_Pem_. Is love the cause? then wherefore wage we war?
What matter ist who weares both Diadems,
When the succession lives in eythers heyre?