108Is to surrender ere he be constraynd.

109A voluntarie mischiefe hath lesse scorne,

110Then when reproch with violence is borne,

111Lor. Regenerate Traytor, viper to the place,

112Where thou was fostred in thine infancy:

113Bearest thou a part in this conspiracy?

115K. Ed. Lorraine behold the sharpnes of this steele:

116Feruent desire that sits against my heart,

117Is farre more thornie pricking than this blade.

118That with the nightingale I shall be scard:

119As oft as I dispose my selfe to rest,

120Vntill my collours be displaide in Fraunce:

121This is thy finall Answere, so be gone.

122Lor. It is not that nor any English braue,

123Afflicts me so, as doth his poysoned view,

124That is most false, should most of all be true.

125K. Ed. Now Lord our fleeting Barke is vnder sayle:

126Our gage is throwne, and warre is soone begun,

127But not so quickely brought vnto an end.

129Moun. But wherefore comes Sir william Mountague?

130How stands the league betweene the Scot and vs?

131Mo: Crackt and disseuered my renowned Lord:

132The treacherous King no sooner was informde,

133Of your with drawing of your army backe:

134But straight forgetting of his former othe,

135He made inuasion on the bordering Townes:

136Barwicke is woon, Newcastle spoyld and lost,

137And now the tyrant hath beguirt with seege,

138The Castle of Rocksborough, where inclosd,

139The Countes Salsbury is like to perish:

140King. That is thy daughter Warwicke is it not?

141Whose husband hath in Brittayne serud so long,

142About the planting of Lord Mouneford there?

143War. It is my Lord.