Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE II. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
SCENE II. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 
The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.
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Enter the Queen and her Son.
- Ah, boy! our friends do fail us all in France:
- The lords are cruel, and the king unkind;
- What shall we do?
- 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.
- Ah, boy, thou art deceived, at least in this,
- To think that we can yet be tuned together;
- No, no, we jar too far. Unkind Valois!
- Unhappy Isabel! when France rejects,
- Whither, oh! whither dost thou bend thy steps?
- Enter SirJohnHainault.
- Ah! good Sir John of Hainault,
- Never so cheerless, nor so far distrest.
- 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?
- 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.
- 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,
- We will 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 YoungMortimer.
- Madam, long may you live,
- Much happier than your friends in England do!
- Lord Edmund and Lord Mortimer alive!
- Welcome to France! the news was here, my lord,
- That you were dead, or very near your death.
- Lady, the last was truest of the twain:
- But Mortimer, reserved for better hap,
- Hath shaken off the thraldom of the Tower,
- And lives t' advance your standard, good my lord.
- How mean you? and the king, my father, lives!
- No, my Lord Mortimer, not I, I trow.
- Not, son! why not? I would it were no worse.
- But, gentle lords, friendless we are in France.
- 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 showed 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 for our foes.
- Would all were well, and Edward well reclaimed,
- For England's honour, peace, and quietness.
- But by the sword, my lord, 't must be deserved;
- The king will ne'er forsake his flatterers.
- My lords of England, sith th' ungentle king
- Of France refuseth to give aid of arms
- To this distressèd 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, young prince? what think you of the match?
- I think King Edward will outrun us all.
- Nay, son, not so; and you must not discourage
- Your friends, that are so forward in your aid.
- Sir John of Hainault, pardon us, I pray;
- These comforts that you give our woful queen
- Bind us in kindness all at your command.
- Yea, gentle brother; and the God of heaven
- Prosper your happy motion, good Sir John.
- 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 restored and comforted.
- Madam, along, and you my lord[s], with me,
- That England's peers may Hainault's welcome see.