6RObert of Artoys banisht though thou be,

7From Fraunce thy natiue Country, yet with vs,

8Thou shalt retayne as great a Seigniorie:

9For we create thee Earle of Richmond heere,

10And now goe forwards with our pedegree,

11Who next succeeded Phillip of Bew,

12Ar. Three sonnes of his, which all successefully,

13Did sit vpon their fathers regall Throne:

14Yet dyed and left no issue of their loynes:

15King: But was my mother sister vnto those:

16Art: Shee was my Lord, and onely Issabel,

17Was all the daughters that this Phillip had,

18Whome afterward your father tooke to wife:

19And from the fragrant garden of her wombe,

20Your gratious selfe the flower of Europes hope:

21Deriued is inheritor to Fraunce.

22But not the rancor of rebellious mindes:

23When thus the lynage of Bew was out;

24The French obscurd your mothers Priuiledge,

25And though she were the next of blood, proclaymed

26Iohn of the house of Valoys now their king:

27The reason was, they say the Realme of Fraunce,

28Repleat with Princes of great parentage,

29Ought not admit a gouernor to rule,

30Except he be discended of the male,

31And thats the speciall ground of their contempt:

32Wherewith they study to exclude your grace:

33But they shall finde that forged ground of theirs,

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34To be but dusty heapes, of brittile sande.

35Art: Perhaps it will be thought a heynous thing,

36That I a French man should discouer this,

37But heauen I call to recorde of my vowes,

38It is not hate nor any priuat wronge,

39But loue vnto my country and the right,

40Prouokes my tongue thus lauish in report.

41You are the lyneal watch men of our peace,

42And Iohn of Valoys, in directly climbes,

43What then should subiects but imbrace their King,

44Ah where in may our duety more be seene,

45Then stryuing to rebate a tyrants pride,

46And place the true shepheard of our comonwealth,

47King: This counsayle Artoyes like to fruictfull shewers,

48Hath added growth vnto my dignitye,

49And by the fiery vigor of thy words,

50Hot courage is engendred in my brest,

51Which heretofore was rakt in ignorance,

52But nowe doth mount with golden winges of fame,

53And will approue faire Issabells discent,

54Able to yoak their stubburne necks with steele,

55That spurne against my souereignety in France.sound a horne

56A mestenger, Lord Awdley know from whence,

58Aud: The Duke of Lorrayne, hauing crost the seas,

59In treates he may haue conference with your highnes.

60King: Admit him Lords, that we may heare the newes.

61Say Duke of Lorrayne wherefore art thou come.

62Lor: The most renowned prince K. Iohn of France,

63Doth greete thee Edward, and by me commandes,

64That for so mnch as by his liberall gift,

65The Guyen Dukedome is entayld to thee,

66Thou do him lowly homage for the same.

67And for that purpose here I somon thee,

68Repaire to France within these forty daies,

69That there according as the coustome is.

70Thou mayst be sworne true liegeman to our King,

71Or else thy title in that prouince dyes,

72And hee him self will repossesse the place.

73K. Ed: See how occasion laughes me in the face,

74No sooner minded to prepare for France,

75But straight I am inuited, nay with threats,

76Vppon a penaltie inioynd to come:

77Twere but a childish part to say him nay,

78Lorrayne returne this answere to thy Lord,

79I meane to visit him as he requests,

80But how? not seruilely disposd to bend,

81But like a conquerer to make him bowe,

82His lame vnpolisht shifts are come to light,

83And trueth hath puld the visard from his face,

84That sett a glasse vpon his arrogannce,

85Dare he commaund a fealty in mee,

86Tell him the Crowne that hee vsurpes, is myne,

87And where he sets his foote he ought to knele,

88Tis not a petty Dukedome that I claime,

89But all the whole Dominions, of the Realme,

90Which if with grudging he refuse to yeld,

91Ile take away those borrowed plumes of his,

92And send him naked to the wildernes.

93Lor: Then Edward here in spight of all thy Lords,

94I doe pronounce defyaunce to thy face.

95Pri: Defiance French man we rebound it backe,

96Euen to the bottom of thy masters throat,

97And be it spoke with reuerence of the King,

98My gratious father and these other Lordes,

99I hold thy message but as scurrylous,

100And him that sent thee like the lazy droane,

101Crept vp by stelth vnto the Eagles nest,

102From whence wele shake him with so rough a storme,

103As others shalbe warned by his harme,

104War: Byd him leaue of the Lyons case he weares,

105Least meeting with the Lyon in the feeld,

106He chaunce to teare him peecemeale for his pride.

107Art: The soundest counsell I can giue his grace,

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.

144Ki: Ignoble Dauid hast thou none to greeue,

145But silly Ladies with thy threatning armes^:

146But I will make you shrinke your snailie ho^rnes,

147First therefore Audley this shalbe thy charge,

148Go leuie footemen for our warres in Fraunce;

149And Ned take muster of our men at armes,

150In euery shire elect a seuerall band,

151Let them be Souldiers of a lustie spirite,

152Such as dread nothing but dishonors blot,

153Be warie therefore since we do comence,

154A famous Warre, and with so mighty a nation:

155Derby be thou Embassador for vs,

156Vnto our Father in Law the Earle of Henalt:

157Make him acquainted with our enterprise,

158And likewise will him with our owne allies,

159That are in Flaundsrs, to solicite to,

160The Emperour of Almaigne in our name:

161Myselfe whilst you are ioyntly thus employd,

162Will with these forces that I haue at hand,

163March, and once more repulse the trayterous Scot:

164But Sirs be resolute, we shal haue warres

165On euery side, and Ned, thou must begin,

166Now to forget thy study and thy bookes,

167And vre thy shoulders to an Armors weight.

168Pr. As cheereful sounding to my youthfull spleene,

169This tumult is of warres increasing broyles,

170As at the Coronation of a king,

171The ioyfull clamours of the people are,

172When Aue Caesar they pronounce alowd;

173Within this schoole of honor I shal learne,

174Either to sacrifice my foes to death,

175Or in a rightfull quarrel spend my breath,

176Then cheerefully forward ech a seuerall way,

177In great affaires tis nought to vse delay.

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