［SCENE II］〖Paris〗
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA and PRINCE EDWARD
Q. ISAB. Ah, boy! our friends do fail us all in France.
The lords are cruel, and the king unkind;
What shall we do?
P. EDW.Madam, return to England,
And please my father well, and then a fig
For all my uncle’s friendship here in France.
I warrant you, I’ll win his highness quickly;
’A loves me better than a thousand Spencers.
Q. ISAB. Ah, boy, thou art deceiv’d, at least in this,
To think that we can yet be tun’d together;
No, no, we jar too far. Unkind Valois!
Unhappy Isabel! when France rejects,
Whither, oh! whither dost thou bend thy steps?
Enter SIR JOHN of HAINAULT
SIR J. Madam, what cheer?
Q. ISAB. Ah! good Sir John of Hainault,
Never so cheerless, nor so far distrest.
SIR J. I hear, sweet lady, of the king’s unkindness;
But droop not, madam; noble minds contemn
Despair. Will your grace with me to Hainault,
And there stay time’s advantage with your son?
How say you, my lord, will you go with your friends,
And shake off all our fortunes equally?
P. EDW. So pleaseth the queen, my mother, me it likes.
The King of England, nor the court of France,
Shall have me from my gracious mother’s side,
Till I be strong enough to break a staff;
And then have at the proudest Spencer’s head.
SIR. J. Well said, my lord.
Q. ISAB. O, 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, or 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 KENT and Young MORTIMER
KENT. Madam, long may you live,
Much happier than your friends in England do!
Q. ISAB. Lord Edmund and Lord Mortimer alive!
Welcome to France! The news was here, my lord,
That you were dead, or very near your death.
Y. MOR. Lady, the last was truest of the twain;
But Mortimer, reserv’d for better hap,
Hath shaken off the thraldom of the Tower,
And lives t’ advance your standard, good my lord.
P. EDW. How mean you? An〖If.〗 the king, my father, lives?
No, my Lord Mortimer, not I, I trow.
Q. ISAB. Not, son! why not? I would it were no worse.
But, gentle lords, friendless we are in France.
Y. MOR. 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 show’d himself; but, madam, right makes room
Where weapons want; and, though a many friends
Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster,
And others of our party 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〖Equipped.〗 for our foes.
KENT. Would all were well, and Edward well reclaim’d,
For England’s honour, peace, and quietness.
Y. MOR. But by the sword, my lord, ’t must be deserv’d;〖Earned.〗
The king will ne’er forsake his flatterers.
SIR J. My lord of England, sith th’ 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.〖Challenge. A reference to the game of prisoner’s base.〗
How say, young prince? What think you of the match?
P. EDW. I think King Edward will outrun us all.
Q. ISAB. 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 woful queen
Bind us in kindness all at your command.
Q. ISAB. Yea, gentle brother; and the God of heaven
Prosper your happy motion, good Sir John.
Y. MOR. 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 restor’d and comforted.
SIR J. Madam, along, and you my lords, with me,
That England’s peers may Hainault’s welcome see.
［Exeunt.］