QUEEN MARGARET.
The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
KING LEWIS.
The more I stay, the more I’ll succour thee.
QUEEN MARGARET.
O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
Enter Warwick.
KING LEWIS.
What’s he approacheth boldly to our presence?
QUEEN MARGARET.
Our Earl of Warwick, Edward’s greatest friend.
KING LEWIS.
Welcome, brave Warwick. What brings thee to France?
[He descends. Queen Margaret rises.]
QUEEN MARGARET.
Ay, now begins a second storm to rise,
For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
WARWICK.
From worthy Edward, king of Albion,
My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
First, to do greetings to thy royal person,
And then to crave a league of amity,
And lastly, to confirm that amity
With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
To England’s king in lawful marriage.