To Danaë, all aid may be denied To Isabel, the queen, that now in France Makes friends, to cross the seas with her young son, And step into his father's regiment. LECUNE. That's it these barons and the subtle queen Long levied at. BAL. Yea, but, Lecune, thou seest, These barons lay their heads on blocks together; Among the lords of France with England's gold, And France shall be obdurate with her tears. Y. SPEN. Then make for France, amain-Lecune, away! Proclaim king Edward's wars and victories. [Exeunt omnes. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. Enter KENT. KENT. Fair blows the wind for France; blow gentle gale, Till Edmund be arriv'd for England's good! Nature, yield to my country's cause in this. A brother, no, a butcher of thy friends. Proud Edward, dost thou banish me thy presence? And cherish flatterers! Mortimer, I stay Thy sweet escape; stand gracious, gloomy night, to his device. Enter Young MORTIMER disguised. Y. MOR. Holloa! who walketh there? is't you, my lord? KENT. Mortimer, 'tis I; but hath my potion wrought so happily? Y. MOR. It hath, my lord; the warders all asleep, I thank them, gave me leave to pass in peace. But hath your grace got shipping unto France? KENT. Fear it not. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter the QUEEN and her SON. QUEEN. Ah, boy! our friends do fail us all in France; The lords are cruel, and the king unkind; PRINCE. Madam, return to England, To think that we can yet be tun'd together; 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 PRINCE. So pleaseth the queen, my mother, me it likes: The king of England, nor the court of France, 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:- 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, 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 To this distressed queen his sister here, Go you with her to Henault; doubt ye not, How say you, prince, what think you of the match? 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, |