_Prince._ So pleaseth[276] 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. _Sir J._ Well said, my lord. _Queen._ 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[277] the shore of Tanais, 30 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_ YOUNG MORTIMER. _Kent._ Madam, long may you live, Much happier than your friends in England do! _Queen._ Lord Edmund and Lord Mortimer alive! Welcome to France! the news was here, my lord, That you were dead, or very near your death. _Y. Mor._ Lady, the last was truest of the twain: But Mortimer, reserved for better hap, 40 Hath shaken off the thraldom of the Tower, And lives t' advance your standard, good my lord. _Prince._ How mean you? and the king, my father, lives! No, my Lord Mortimer, not I, I trow. _Queen._ Not, son; why not? I would it were no worse. But, gentle lords, friendless we are in France. _Y. Mor._ 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 50 Where weapons want; and, though so many friends Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster, And others of our party[278] 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[279] for our foes. _Kent._ Would all were well, and Edward well reclaimed, For England's honour, peace, and quietness. _Y. Mor._ But by the sword, my lord, 't must be deserved;[280] The king will ne'er forsake his flatterers. 60 _Sir J._ 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.[281] How say, young prince? what think you of the match? _Prince._ I think King Edward will outrun us all. _Queen._ Nay, son, not so; and you must not discourage Your friends, that are so forward in your aid. 70 _Kent._ Sir John of Hainault, pardon us, I pray; These comforts that you give our woful queen Bind us in kindness all at your command. _Queen._ Yea, gentle brother; and the God of heaven Prosper your happy motion, good Sir John.