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 Qu. 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 glave In civill broiles make kin and countrimen Slaughter themselves in others, and their sides With their owne weapons goar'd, but what's the helpe? Misgoverned Kings are cause of all this wrack, And Edward thou art one among them all, Whose loosnesse hath betrayed thy Land to spoyle, And made the Channell overflow with bloud Of thine owne people: patron shouldst thou be, but thou.

Mor. Nay madam, if you be a Warrier, You must not grow so passionate in speeches. Lords, sith that we are by sufferance of Heaven, Arriv'd and armed in this Princes right, Heere for our Countries cause sweare we to him All homage, fealty and forwardnesse, And for the open wrongs and injuries Edward hath done to us, his Queene and Land, We come in armes to wrecke it with the sword: That Englands Queene in peace may reposesse Her Dignities and honours: and withall We may remove these flatterers from the King, That havocks Englands wealth and treasury.

S. Jo. Sound Trumpets my Lord, and forward let us march Edward will thinke we come to flatter him.

Edm. I would he never had beene flattered more.

Spen. Fly, fly, my Lord, the Queene is over-strong, Her friends do multiply, and yours do fayle, Shape we our course to Ireland there to breath.

Edw. What, was I borne to flye and runne away, And leave the Mortimers Conquerours behinde? Give me my Horse and lets re'nforce our troopes: And in this bed of honour dye with fame.