Kath.  I am sorry I want skill to serve his dyet; I have not bin instructed to such end.

Pem.  But I will teach you (Madam) if you please.

Kath.  Rather the party grieved first should shew
Wherein we erre, els how can we discerne
What is our fault or how we may amend?

Pem.  That office he commits unto my toung.

Kath.  Is he not able then to speake himselfe?

Pem.  Yes, Madam, I have heard when Ferdinand,
With whom in Padua I was conversant,
So spake in the assembly of the learn’d,
With such a grace and well composed phrase,
As many thought grave Tullies eloquence
Flowed like a hony River from his lips.

Kath.  He wanteth then belike sufficient courage.

Pem.  Never liv’d Knight lesse prejudic’d in that
Then valiant Ferdinand, whom I have seene
Couch his stiffe[115] Launce with such dexterity
As if the god of battell had himselfe
Entered the Lists, and preassing to the midst
Of steele-composed troops like lightning fly
Till he had made a passage with his sword.

Kath.  So puissant in his fortitude with men,
And daunted with a silly womans looks! 
How can that be?

Pem.  Yes, when you weygh the force
Of your resistlesse and controwling beauty. 
It is your beauty, were his power and spirit
Ten times more hauty-ventrous then it is,
Compels it stoope in homage to your foot
As trembling Lambs when they to Lions couch.

Kath.  ’Twas well he chose so good an Orator To plead the imperfections of his cause.

Pem.  I should have that opinion of my selfe If for my sake your Grace would favour him.

Kath.  Yes, for your sake we have endur’d his name,
And for your sake we tolerate his suite;
But, when you cease to speake, then all that prayse
You have attributed to his desert
Seemes borrowed from your selfe; you are the man
Whose eloquence compares with Ciceroes,
You are the man whose knightly fortitude
Lives in the world unprejudic’d of any,
You vanquish beauty and inthrall the mind
Of female weaknesse with no lesser awe
Then Indian vassayles stoop unto their Lords. 
The name of Ferdinand you have mista’ne. 
Say tis your selfe, and then your whole discourse
Observes the perfect method that it should.

Pem.  Should I be false and trecherous to my friend?  I am intreated but to speake for him.

Kath.  But for your selfe would be more acceptable. 
Oh pardon me, nor let immodest stayne[116]
Cleave to my brow:  my love is chastely bred. 
Other then Pembrooke Katharine never vowes
Shall be authoriz’d in her mayden thoughts.

Pem.  Mistake me not, I say tis Ferdinand Dyes in affection to your Deity.