Marg. The more wee stay, the stronger growes our
Foe
Lewis. The more I stay, the more Ile succour thee
Marg. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
Enter Warwicke.
Lewis. What's hee approacheth boldly to our presence?
Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke, Edwards greatest
Friend
Lewis. Welcome braue Warwicke, what brings thee
to France?
Hee descends. Shee ariseth.
Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise,
For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde
Warw. From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
My Lord and Soueraigne, and thy vowed Friend,
I come (in Kindnesse, and vnfayned Loue)
First, to doe greetings to thy Royall Person,
And then to craue a League of Amitie:
And lastly, to confirme that Amitie
With Nuptiall Knot, if thou vouchsafe to graunt
That vertuous Lady Bona, thy faire Sister,
To Englands King, in lawfull Marriage
Marg. If that goe forward, Henries hope is done
Warw. And gracious Madame,