_War._ So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us With some few bands of chosen soldiers, I’ll undertake to land them on our coast ·ccc205· And force the tyrant from his seat by war. ’Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him: And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me, He’s very likely now to fall from him, For matching more for wanton lust than honour, ·ccc210· Or than for strength and safety of our country. _Bona._ Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged But by thy help to this distressed queen? [ccc213] _Q. Mar._ Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair? ·ccc215· _Bona._ My quarrel and this English queen’s are one. _War._ And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours. _K. Lew._ And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret’s. Therefore at last I firmly am resolved You shall have aid. ·ccc220· _Q. Mar._ Let me give humble thanks for all at once. _K. Lew._ Then, England’s messenger, return in post, And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over masquers To revel it with him and his new bride: ·ccc225· Thou seest what’s past, go fear thy king withal. _Bona._ Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly, I’ll wear the willow garland for his sake. [ccc228] _Q. Mar._ Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside, And I am ready to put armour on. ·ccc230· _War._ Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere’t be long. There’s thy reward: be gone. [_Exit Post._ _K. Lew._ But, Warwick, [ccc233] Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men, Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle; ·ccc235· And, as occasion serves, this noble queen And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt, What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty? _War._ This shall assure my constant loyalty, ·ccc240· That if our queen and this young prince agree, I’ll join mine eldest daughter and my joy [ccc242] To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands. _Q. Mar._ Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, ·ccc245· Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick; And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, That only Warwick’s daughter shall be thine. _Prince._ Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it; [ccc249] And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. ·ccc250· [_He gives his hand to Warwick._ _K. Lew._ Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied, And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral, Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet. [ccc253] I long till Edward fall by war’s mischance, For mocking marriage with a dame of France. [ccc255] [_Exeunt all but Warwick._