The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 4 Scene: 2
Queene
A boye, our friends do faile us all in Fraunce,
The lords are cruell, and the king unkinde,
What shall we doe?
Queene
A boye, thou art deceivde at least in this,
To thinke that we can yet be tun'd together,
No, no, we jarre too farre. Unkinde Valoys,
Unhappie Isabell, when Fraunce rejects,
whether, O whether doost thou bend thy steps?
Queene
A good sir John of Henolt,
Never so cheereles, nor so farre distrest.
Queene
Oh my sweet hart, how do I mone thy wrongs,
Yet triumphe in the hope of thee my joye?
Ah sweete sir John, even to the utmost verge
of Europe, or the shore of Tanaise,
Will we with thee to Henolt, so we will.
The Marques is a noble Gentleman,
His grace I dare presume will welcome me,
But who are these?
Queene
Lord Edmund and lord Mortimer alive?
Welcome to Fraunce: the newes was heere my lord,
That you were dead, or very neare your death.
Queene
Not sonne, why not? I would it were no worse,
But gentle lords, friendles we are in Fraunce.
Queene
Nay sonne, not so, and you must not discourage
Your friends that are so forward in your aide.
Queene
Yea gentle brother, and the God of heaven,
Prosper your happie motion good sir John.