KING EDWARD. Then let those foot trudge hence upon those horse According to our discharge, and be gone.— Darby, I’ll look upon the Countess’ mind anon. DERBY. The Countess’ mind, my liege? KING EDWARD. I mean the Emperour:—leave me alone. AUDLEY. What is his mind? DERBY. Let’s leave him to his humor. [Exeunt.] KING EDWARD. Thus from the heart’s aboundance speaks the tongue; Countess for Emperour: and indeed, why not? She is as imperator over me And I to her Am as a kneeling vassal, that observes The pleasure or displeasure of her eye. [Enter Lodowick.] What says the more than Cleopatra’s match To Caesar now? LODOWICK. That yet, my liege, ere night She will resolve your majesty. [Drum within.] KING EDWARD. What drum is this that thunders forth this march, To start the tender Cupid in my bosom? Poor shipskin, how it brawls with him that beateth it! Go, break the thundring parchment bottom out, And I will teach it to conduct sweet lines Unto the bosom of a heavenly Nymph; For I will use it as my writing paper, And so reduce him from a scolding drum To be the herald and dear counsel bearer Betwixt a goddess and a mighty king. Go, bid the drummer learn to touch the Lute, Or hang him in the braces of his drum, For now we think it an uncivil thing, To trouble heaven with such harsh resounds: Away! [Exit.] The quarrel that I have requires no arms But these of mine: and these shall meet my foe In a deep march of penetrable groans; My eyes shall be my arrows, and my sighs Shall serve me as the vantage of the wind, To whirl away my sweetest artillery. Ah, but, alas, she wins the sun of me, For that is she her self, and thence it comes That Poets term the wanton warrior blind; But love hath eyes as judgement to his steps, Till too much loved glory dazzles them.— [Enter Lodowick.] How now? LODOWICK. My liege, the drum that stroke the lusty march, Stands with Prince Edward, your thrice valiant son. [Enter Prince Edward.] KING EDWARD. I see the boy; oh, how his mother’s face, Modeled in his, corrects my strayed desire, And rates my heart, and chides my thievish eye, Who, being rich enough in seeing her, Yet seeks elsewhere: and basest theft is that Which cannot cloak it self on poverty.— Now, boy, what news? PRINCE EDWARD. I have assembled, my dear Lord and father, The choicest buds of all our English blood For our affairs in France; and here we come To take direction from your majesty.