Well said, my lord.
ISABELLA. 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, on the shore of Tanais,
Will we with thee to Hainault, so we will.
The marquis is a noble gentleman;
His grace, I dare presume, will welcome me.
But who are these?
Enter Edmund, Earl of Kent, and Mortimer.
KENT. Madam, long may you live,
Much happier than your friends in England do.
ISABELLA. Lord Edmund and lord Mortimer alive?
Welcome to France. The news was here, my lord,
That you were dead, or very near your death.
MORTIMER. Lady, the last was truest of the twain,
But Mortimer, reserved for better hap,
Hath shaken off the thralldom of the Tower
And lives t' advance your standard, good my lord.
PRINCE EDWARD. How mean you, and the King my father lives?
No, my lord Mortimer, not I, I trow.
ISABELLA. Not, son! Why not? I would it were no worse,
But, gentle lords, friendless we are in France.
MORTIMER. Monsieur le Grand, a noble friend of yours,
Told us, at our arrival, all the news,
How hard the nobles, how unkind the King
Hath showed himself: but madam, right makes room
Where weapons want; and, though a many friends
Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster,
And others of our part 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 reclaimed,
For England's honour, peace and quietness.
MORTIMER. But by the sword, my lord, it must be deserved;
The king will ne'er forsake his flatterers.
SIR JOHN. My lords of England, sith the ungentle King
Of France refuseth to give aid of arms
To this distressed Queen, his sister, here,
Go you with her to Hainault. Doubt ye not
We will find comfort, money, men, and friends
Ere long, to bid the English King a base.
How say, young prince, what think you of the match?
PRINCE EDWARD. I think King Edward will outrun us all.
ISABELLA. Nay, son, not so; and you must not discourage
Your friends that are so forward in your aid.
KENT. Sir John of Hainault, pardon us, I pray:
These comforts that you give our woeful Queen
Bind us in kindness all at your command.
ISABELLA. Yea, gentle brother: and the God of heaven
Prosper your happy motion, good Sir John.
MORTIMER. This noble gentleman, forward in arms,
Was born, I see, to be our anchor hold.
Sir John of Hainault, be it thy renown,
That England's Queen and nobles in distress
Have been by thee restored and comforted.
SIR JOHN. Madam, along; and you, my lords, with me,
That England's peers may Hainault's welcome see.
Exeunt.
ACT FOUR, SCENE THREE
Enter the King, Arundel, the two Spencers, with others.
EDWARD. Thus, after many threats of wrathful war,
Triumpheth England's Edward with his friends,
And triumph Edward with his friends uncontrolled.
My lord of Gloucester, do you hear the news?
SPENCER. What news, my lord?
EDWARD. Why, man, they say there is great execution
Done through the realm. My lord of Arundel,
You have the note, have you not?
ARUNDEL. From the lieutenant of the Tower, my lord.
EDWARD. I pray, let us see it, what have we there?
Read it, Spencer. Spencer reads their names.
Why, so: they barked apace a month ago;
Now, on my life, they'll neither bark nor bite.
Now, sirs, the news from France. Gloucester, I trow,
The lords of France love England's gold so well
As Isabella gets no aid from thence.
What now remains? Have you proclaimed, my lord,
SPENCER. My lord, we have; and, if he be in England,
'A will be had ere long, I doubt it not.
EDWARD.