[♦] So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;
[♦] And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
The scatter’d foe that hopes to rise again;
For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
95 Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
[♦] First will I see the coronation;
And then to Brittany I’ll cross the sea,
To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
[100] For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,