Now lords, our loving friends and countrimen,
Welcome to
England
all with prosperous windes,
Our kindest friends in
Belgia
have we left,
To cope with friends at home: a heavie case,
When force to force is knit, and sword and gleave
In civill broiles makes kin and country men
Slaughter themselves in others and their sides
With their owne weapons gorde, but whats the helpe?
Misgoverned kings are cause of all this wrack,
And Edward thou art one among them all,
Whose loosnes hath betrayed thy land to spoyle,
And made the channels overflow with blood,
Of thine own people patron shouldst thou be
But thou---
