J._ My lords 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.--
How say'st, 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 lord[s], with me,
That England's peers may Hainault's welcome see. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ KING EDWARD, ARUNDEL, _the elder_ SPENSER, _the
younger_ SPENSER, _and others._

_K. Edw._ Thus, after many threats of wrathful war,
Triumpheth England's Edward with his friends,
And triumph Edward with his friends uncontroll'd!--
My Lord of Glocester, do you hear the news?
_Y. Spen._ What news, my lord?
_K. Edw._ Why, man, they say there is great execution
Done through the realm.--My Lord of Arundel,
You have the note, have you not?
_Arun._From the Lieutenant of the Tower, my lord.
_K. Edw._ I pray, let us see it. [_Takes the note from Arundel._
--What have we there?--
Read it, Spenser.
[_Gives the note to young Spenser, who reads
their names._
Why, so: they bark'd apace a month ago;
Now, on my life, they'll neither bark nor bite.
Now, sirs, the news from France? Glocester, I trow,
The lords of France love England's gold so well
As Isabella 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 England,
'A will be had ere long, I doubt it not.
_K. Edw._ 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.