John Dryden (1631–1700). All for Love.
Act the Fourth
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
44. Act the Fourth
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, KENT, Young MORTIMER, and SIR JOHN OF HAINAULT
Q. Isab.Now, lords, our loving friends and countrymen,Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds!Our kindest friends in Belgia have we left,To cope with friends at home; a heavy caseWhen force to force is knit, and sword and glaiveIn civil broils make kin and countrymenSlaughter themselves in others, and their sidesWith their own weapons gore! But what’s the help?Misgoverned kings are cause of all this wrack;And, Edward, thou art one among them all,Whose looseness hath betray’d thy land to spoil,Who made the channels overflow with blood.Of thine own people patron shouldst thou be,But thou——Y. Mor.Nay, madam, if you be a warrior,You must not grow so passionate in speeches.Lords,Sith that we are by sufferance of HeavenArriv’d, and armed in this prince’s right,Here for our country’s cause swear we to himAll homage, fealty, and forwardness;And for the open wrongs and injuriesEdward hath done to us; his queen and land,We come in arms to wreak it with the sword;That England’s queen in peace may repossessHer dignities and honours; and withalWe may remove these flatterers from the king,That havoc England’s wealth and treasury.Sir J.Sound trumpets, my lord, and forward let us march.Edward will think we come to flatter him.Kent.I would he never had been flattered more![Exeunt.]