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Usurps the regal title and the seat
Of England’s true-anointed lawful king.
This is the cause that I, poor Margaret, [30]
With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry’s heir,
Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid:
And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.
Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
Our people and our peers are both misled, [35]
Our treasure seized, our soldiers put to flight,
And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
KING LEWIS
Renownèd queen, with patience calm the storm
While we bethink a means to break it off.
MARGARET
The more we stay the stronger grows our foe. [40]
KING LEWIS
The more I stay the more I’ll succour thee.
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?
MARGARET
Our Earl of Warwick! Edward’s greatest friend. [45]
KING LEWIS
Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
He descends. She ariseth.
MARGARET
Ay, now begins a second storm to rise
For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
