[Curtain]
Scene 2. Before Dover castle. Night. Hubert de Burgh walking and listening.
Hub. But forty ships! But forty slit-sailed drabs
Of storm and watery danger to meet all France
Fresh-winged upon the sea! And yet no word
Nor stir of help. Methinks were I the king,
Or Pembroke with his power in my mouth,
Each English road should be ablaze to-night