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But who are these?
Enter Kent and Young MORTIMER.
Queex. 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.
Queex. Not, son; why not? I would it were no
But, gentle lords, friendless we are in France.
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, We will find comfort, money, men and friends Ere long, to bid the English king abase. How say yon, 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
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 restor'd and comforted.
Sir J. Madam, along, and you, my lord, with
me, That England's peers may Henault's welcome see.
SCENE III. Enter the King, MATREVIS, the two SPENCERS,
Y. Spen. What news, my lord ?
Mat. From the lieutenant of the tower, my lord.
Edw. I pray let us see it. What have we there?
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
[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 Phæbus, through the sky,
Aud dusty night, in rusty iron car,
ind Sir John.
trymen, Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds; Our kindest friends in Belgia have we left, To cope with friends at home; a heavy case When force to force is knit, and sword and glave In civil broils make kin and countrymen Slaughter themselves in others, and their sides
With their own weapons gore! But what's the help? X Misgovern'd kings are cause of all this wreck;
And, Edward, thou art one among them all,
Y. Mor. Nay, madam, if you be a warrior,