SceneIV

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Scene

IV

Near Harwich.

Enter Queen Isabella, Prince Edward, Kent, the Younger Mortimer, and Sir John of Hainault.

Queen Isabella

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

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 gored! But what’s the help?

Misgoverned kings are cause of all this wreck;

And, Edward, thou art one among them all,

Whose looseness hath betrayed thy land to spoil,

Who made the channel overflow with blood

Of thine own people: patron shouldst thou be;

But thou⁠—

Younger Mortimer

Nay, madam, if you be a warrior,

You must not grow so passionate in speeches.⁠—

Lords, sith that we are, by sufferance of heaven,

Arrived and armed in this prince’s right,

Here for our country’s cause swear we to him

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 wreck it with the sword;

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.

Sir John

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.