250 And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. [He gives his hand to Warwick.
K. Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
[♦] Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet.
I long till Edward fall by war’s mischance,
[255] For mocking marriage with a dame of France. [Exeunt all but Warwick.
War. I came from Edward as ambassador,
But I return his sworn and mortal foe:
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful war shall answer his demand.