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SIR J. Madam, along, and you, my lord, with
That England's peers may Henault's welcome see.
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 execution
Done through the realm; my lord of Arundel,
MAT. From the lieutenant of the tower, my lord.
[Spencer reads their names. Why so; they bark'd apace a month ago:
Now, on my life, they'll neither bark nor bite,
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
He will he had ere long, I doubt it not.
EDW. If, dost thou say? Spencer, as true as
He is in England's ground; our portmasters
Are not so careless of their king's command.
what news with thee? from whence come these?
MES. Letters, my lord, and tidings forth of
To you, my lord of Glou'ster, from Lecune.
[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?
Aud dusty night, in rusty iron car,
Between you both shorten the time, I pray,
Is thus misled to countenance their ills.
Come, friends, to Bristol, there to make us strong; And, winds, as equal be to bring them in,
As you injurious were to bear them forth! [Exeunt.
Enter the QUEEN, her SON, KENT, MORTIMER, and SIR JOHN.
QUEEN. Now, lords, our loving friends and coun-
Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds;
To cope with friends at home; a heavy case
Y. MOR. Nay, madam, if you be a warrior, Ye must not grow so passionate in speeches.
Lord's, sith that we are by suff'rance of heav'n,
We may remove those flatterers from the king,
SIR J. Sound trumpets, my lord, and forward let
Edward will think we come to flatter him.
KENT. I would he never had been flatter'd more!
Enter the KING, BALDOCK, and Young SPENCER, flying about the stage.
Y. SPEN. Fly, fly, my lord! the queen is overstrong;
Her friends do multiply, and your's do fail.
BALD. O no, my lord this princely resolution
Enter KENT alone, with sword and target.
KENT. This way he fled, but I am come too late.
Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life:
QUEEN. Successful battle gives the God of kings..