To think that we can yet be tun'd together;
No, no, we jar too far. Unkind Valois!
Unhappy Isabel! when France rejects,
Whither, oh whither dost thou bend thy steps?
Enter Sir JOHN of HENAULT.

SIR J. Madam, what cheer?

QUEEN. Ah, good Sir John of Henault.

Never so cheerless, nor so far distrest.

SIR J. I hear, sweet lady, of the king's unkind

ness;

But droop not, madam, noble minds contemn
Despair will your grace with me to Henault,
And there stay time's advantage with your son?
How say you, my lord, will you go with your friends,
And shake off all your fortunes equally?

PRINCE. So pleaseth the queen, my mother, me
it likes:

The king of England, nor the court of France,
Shall have me from my gracions mother's side,
Till I be strong enough to break a staff;

And then have at the proudest Spencer's head.
SIR J. Well said, my lord.

QUEEN. Oh, my sweet heart, how do I moan thy

wrongs,

Yet triumph in the hope of thee, my joy!
Ah, sweet sir John! even to the utmost verge
Of Europe, or the shore of Tanais,

We will with thee to Henault-so we will:-
The marquis is a noble gentleman;

His

grace, I dare presume, will welcome me.

But who are these?

Enter KENT and Young MORTIMER. KENT. Madam, long may you live,

Much happier than your friends in England do! QUEEN. Lord Edmund and lord Mortimer alive! Welcome to France! the news was here, my lord, That you were dead, or very near your death.

Y. MOR. Lady, the last was truest of the twain : But Mortimer, reserv'd for better hap,

Hath shaken off the thraldom of the tower,
And lives t' advance your standard, good my lord.
PRINCE. HOW mean you, and the king, my father,
lives?

No, my lord Mortimer, not I, I trow.

QUEEN. Not, son; why not? I would it were no

worse.

But, gentle lords, friendless we are in France. Y. MOR. Monsieur le Grand, a noble friend of your's,

Told us, at our arrival, all the news;

How hard the nobles, how unkind the king

Hath shew'd himself! but, madam, right makes

room,

Where weapons won't; and though so many friends. Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster,

And others of our party and faction;

Yet have we friends, assure your grace, in England, Would cast up caps, and clap their hands for joy, To see us there, appointed for our foes.

KENT. Would all were well, and Edward well re

claim'd,

For England's honour, peace, and quietness.

Y. MOR. But by the sword, my lord, it must be deserv'd;

The king will ne'er forsake his flatterers.

SIR J. My lords of England, sith th' ungentle

king

Of France refuseth to give aid of arms

Go

To this distressed queen his sister here,
you
with her to Henault; doubt ye not,
We will find comfort, money, men and friends
Ere long, to bid the English king abase.

How say you, prince, what think you of the match?
PRINCE. I think king Edward will outrun us all.
QUEEN. Nay, son, not so; and you must not
discourage

Your friends, that are so forward in your aid.
KENT. Sir John of Henault, pardon us, I pray;
These comforts that you give our woeful queen
Bind us in kindness all at your command.

QUEEN. Yea, gentle brother; and the God of heav'n

Prosper your happy motion, good sir John.

Y. MOR. This noble gentleman, forward in arms, Was born, I see, to be our anchor-hold.

Sir John of Henault, be it thy renown,

That England's queen, and nobles in distress,
Have been by thee réstor'd and comforted.

SIR J. Madam, along, and you, my lord, with

me,

That England's peers may Henault's welcome see.

SCENE III.

[Exeunt.

Enter the KING, MATREVIS, the two SPENCERS,

with others.

EDW. Thus after many threats of wrathful war, Triumpheth England's Edward with his friends, And triumph Edward with his friends uncontroul'd. My lord of Glou'ster, do you hear the news? Y. SPEN. What news, my lord?

EDW. Why man, they say there is great exe

cution

Done through the realm; my lord of Arundel,
You have the note, have you not?

MAT. From the lieutenant of the tower, my lord.
Enw. I pray let us see it. What have we there?

Read it Spencer.

Why

[Spencer reads their names.

so; they bark'd apace a month ago:

on my life, they'll neither bark nor bite,

Now, on my

Now, sirs, the news from France? Glou'ster, I trow,
The lords of France love England's gold so well;
As Isabel gets no aid from thence.

What now remains; have you proclaim'd, my lord,
Reward for them can bring in Mortimer?

Y. SPEN. My lord, we have; and if he be in

England,

He will he had ere long, I doubt it not.

EDW. If, dost thou say? Spencer, as true as

death,

He is in England's ground; our portmasters

Are not so careless of their king's command.
Enter a MESSENGER.

How now, what news with thee? from whence come these?

MES. Letters, my lord, and tidings forth of

France,

To you, my lord of Glou'ster, from Lecune.

EDW. Read.

[Spencer reads the letter.]

"My duty to your honour premised, &c. I have, according to instructions in that behalf, dealt with the king of France his lords, and effected, that the queen, all discontented and discomforted, is gone. Whither, if you ask, with sir John of Henault, brother to the marquis, into Flanders: with them are gone lord Edmund, and the lord Mortimer, having in their company divers of your nation, and others; and, as constant report goeth, they intend to give king Edward battle in England, sooner than he can look for them: this is all the news of import.

Your honour's in all service, LECUNE." EDW. Ah, villains! hath that Mortimer escap'd? With him is Edmund gone associate?

And will sir John of Henault lead the round?
Welcome, a God's name, madam, and your son;
England shall welcome you and all your rout.
Gallop apace, bright Phoebus, through the sky,