Queen. Not, son; why not? I would it were no worse. But, gentle lords, friendless we are in France.
Y. Mor. Monsieur le Grand, a noble friend of yours, Told us, at our arrival, all the news; How hard the nobles, how unkind the king Hath showed himself; but, madam, right makes room50 Where weapons want; and, though so many friends Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster, And others of our party [278] and faction; Yet have we friends, assure your grace, in England Would cast up caps, and clap their hands for joy, To see us there, appointed [279] for our foes.
Kent. Would all were well, and Edward well reclaimed, For England's honour, peace, and quietness.
Y. Mor. But by the sword, my lord, 't must be deserved; [280] The king will ne'er forsake his flatterers.60
Sir J. My lords of England, sith th' ungentle king Of France refuseth to give aid of arms To this distressèd queen his sister here, Go you with her to Hainault; doubt ye not, We will find comfort, money, men and friends Ere long, to bid the English king a base. [281] How say, young prince? what think you of the match?
Prince. I think King Edward will outrun us all.
Queen. Nay, son, not so; and you must not discourage Your friends, that are so forward in your aid.70
Kent. Sir John of Hainault, pardon us, I pray; These comforts that you give our woful queen Bind us in kindness all at your command.
Queen. Yea, gentle brother; and the God of heaven Prosper your happy motion, good Sir John.
Y. Mor. This noble gentleman, forward in arms, Was born, I see, to be our anchor-hold. Sir John of Hainault, be it thy renown, That England's queen, and nobles in distress, Have been by thee restored and comforted.80