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[Near Harwich]
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, KENT, Young MORTIMER, and SIR JOHN OF HAINAULT
Q. Isab. Now, lords, our loving friends and countrymen, | |
| Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds! | |
| Our kindest friends in Belgia have we left, | |
| To cope with friends at home; a heavy case | 4 |
| When force to force is knit, and sword and glaive | |
| In civil broils make kin and countrymen | |
| Slaughter themselves in others, and their sides | |
| With their own weapons gore! But what’s the help? | 8 |
| Misgoverned kings are cause of all this wrack; | |
| And, Edward, thou art one among them all, | |
| Whose looseness hath betray’d thy land to spoil, | |
| Who made the channels overflow with blood. | 12 |
| Of thine own people patron shouldst thou be, | |
| But thou—— | |
| Y. Mor. Nay, madam, if you be a warrior, | |
| You must not grow so passionate in speeches. | 16 |
| Lords, | |
| Sith that we are by sufferance of Heaven | |
| Arriv’d, and armed in this prince’s right, | |
| Here for our country’s cause swear we to him | 20 |
| All homage, fealty, and forwardness; | |
| And for the open wrongs and injuries | |
| Edward hath done to us; his queen and land, | |
| We come in arms to wreak it with the sword; | 24 |
| That England’s queen in peace may repossess | |
| Her dignities and honours; and withal | |
| We may remove these flatterers from the king, | |
| That havoc England’s wealth and treasury. | 28 |
| Sir J. Sound trumpets, my lord, and forward let us march. | |
| Edward will think we come to flatter him. | |
| Kent. I would he never had been flattered more! [Exeunt.] | |
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