Scene
III
The Royal Palace, London.
Enter King Edward, Arundel, the Elder Spenser, the Younger Spenser, and others.
King 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?
Younger Spenser
What news, my lord?
King 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.
King Edward
I pray, let us see it. Takes the note from Arundel. What have we there?
Read it, Spenser. Gives the note to the Younger Spenser, who reads the 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,
Reward for them can bring in Mortimer?
Younger Spenser
My lord, we have; and, if he be in England,
’A will be had ere long, I doubt it not.
King Edward
If, dost thou say? Spenser, as true as death,
He is in England’s ground: our port-masters
Are not so careless of their king’s command.
Enter a Messenger.
How now! what news with thee? from whence come these?
Messenger
Letters, my lord, and tidings forth of France:
To you, my Lord of Gloucester, from Levune. Gives letters to the Younger Spenser.
King Edward
Read.
Younger Spenser
Reading.
“My duty to your honour promised, etc., I have, according to instructions in that behalf, dealt with the King of France and his lords, and effected that the queen, all discontented and discomforted, is gone: whither, if you ask, with Sir John of Hainault, 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.
King Edward
Ah, villains, hath that Mortimer escaped?
With him is Edmund gone associate?
And will Sir John of Hainault lead the round?
Welcome, o’ God’s name, madam, and your son!
England shall welcome you and all your rout.
Gallop apace, bright Phbus, through the sky;
And, dusky Night, in rusty iron car,
Between you both shorten the time, I pray,
That I may see that most desired day,
When we may meet these traitors in the field!
Ah, nothing grieves me, but my little boy
Is thus misled to countenance their ills!
Come, friends, to Bristow, there to make us strong:
And, winds, as equal be to bring them in,
As you injurious were to bear them forth!
Exeunt.