We will find comfort, mony, men, and friends,
Ere long, to bid the English King abase,
How say young Prince, what thinke you of the match?
Prin.
I thinke King Edward will outrunne us all.
Qu.
Nay Sonne, not so, and you must not discourage
Your friends that are so forward in your aide.
Edm.
Sir John of Henolt, pardon us I pray,
These comforts that you give our wofull Queene,
Bind us in kindenesse all at your command.
Qu.
Yea gentle brother, and the God of Heaven,
Prosper your happy motion good Sir John.
Mor.
This noble Gentleman forward in armes,
Was borne I see to be our Anchor hold,
Sir John of Henolt, be it thy renowne,
That Englands Queene, and Nobles in distresse,
Have beene by thee restor'd and comforted.
S. John.
Madame along, and you my Lord with me,
That Englands Peeres may Henolts welcome see.
Enter the King, Matrevis, the two Spencers, with others.
Edw.
Thus after many threats of wrathfull warre,
Triumpheth Englands Edward with his friends,
And triumph Edward with his friends uncontrold.
My Lord of Gloster, doe you heare the newes?
Spen.ju.
What newes my Lord?
Edw.
Why man they say there is great execution
Done through the Realme, my Lord of Arundell
You have the note, have you not?
Mat.
From the Lieutenant of the Tower my Lord.
Edw.
I pray let us see it what have we there?
Read it Spencer. Spencer reades their names.
Why so? they bark't apace a month agoe,
Now on my life, theile neither barke nor bite.
Now sirs, the newes from France. Gloster I trow,
The Lords of France love Englands gold so well,
As Isabell gets no aid from thence.
What now remaines, have you proclaim'd my Lord,
Reward for them can bring in Mortimer?
Spen.ju.
My Lord, we have, and if he be in England,
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