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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 4 Scene: 2

Madam, what cheere?

I heare sweete lady of the kings unkindenes,

But droope not madam, noble mindes contemne

Despaire: will your grace with me to Henolt,

And there stay times advantage with your sonne?

How say you my Lord, will you go with your friends,

And shake off all our fortunes equallie?

Well said my lord.

My Lords of England, sith the ungentle king

Of Fraunce refuseth to give aide of armes,

To this distressed Queene his sister heere,

Go you with her to Henolt: doubt yee not,

We will finde comfort, money, men, and friends

Ere long, to bid the English king a base .

How say yong Prince, what thinke you of the match ?

Madam along, and you my lord , with me,

That Englands peeres may Henolts welcome see.

Act: 4 Scene: 4

Sound trumpets my lord and forward let us martch,

Edward will thinke we come to flatter him.

Act: 4 Scene: 6

So are the Spencers, the father and the sonne.

Madam, what resteth, why stand ye in a muse?