The Tragedie of Doctor Faustus (B text) Christopher Marlowe Hilary Binda Perseus Project, Tufts University Gregory Crane Prepared under the supervision of Lisa Cerrato William Merrill Elli Mylonas David Smith Tufts University Trustees of Tufts University Medford, MA Perseus Project

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Act Four, Scene Two Enter the Queene and her sonne. Queene A boye, our friends do faile us all in Fraunce, The lords are cruell, and the king unkinde, What shall we doe goe ? Prince Madam, returne to England, And please my father well, and then a Fig For all my unckles frienship here in Fraunce . , I warrant you, ile winne his highnes quicklie, A He Dd1- loves me better than a thousand Spencers. Queene A boye, thou art deceivde at least in this, To thinke that we can yet be tun'd together, No, no, we jarre too farre. Unkinde , unkinde Valoys, Unhappie Isabell, when Fraunce rejects, whether whither , O whether whither doost must thou bend thy steps ? . Enter sir John of Henolt. Sir John Madam, what cheere? Queene A good sir John of Henolt, Never so cheereles, nor so farre distrest. Sir John I heare sweete lady of the kings unkindenes, But droope not madam, noble mindes contemne Despaire: will your grace with me to Henolt, And there stay times advantage with your sonne? How say you my Lord, will you go with your friends, And shake off all our your fortunes equallie ? . Prince So pleaseth the Queene my mother, me it likes . , The king of England, nor not the court of Fraunce, Shall have heave me from my gratious mothers side, Till I be strong enough to breake a staffe, And then have at the proudest Spencers head. Sir John Well said my lord. Queene Oh my sweet hart, how do I mone thy wrongs wrong , Yet triumphe in the hope of thee my joye? Ah sweete sir John, even to the utmost verge of Europe, or on the shore of Tanaise, Will we We will with thee to Henolt, so we will . , The Marques is a noble Gentleman, His grace I dare presume will welcome me, But who what are these? Enter Edmund [earle of Kent] and Mortimer. Kent Edm Madam, long may you live, Much happier then your friends in England England do. Queene Lord Edmund and lord Mortimer alive ? , Welcome to Fraunce: the newes was heere my lord, That you were dead, or very neare your death. Mortimer ju. Lady, the last was truest of the twaine, But Mortimer reservde for better hap, Hath shaken off the thraldome of the tower, And lives t' to advance your standard good my lord. Prince How meane you, and the king my father lives ? No my lord Mortimer, not I not so , I trow. Queene Not sonne, why not? I would it were no worse, But gentle lords, friendles we are in Fraunce. Mortimer ju. Mounsier le Grand le Grand , a noble friend of yours, Tould us at our arrivall all the newes, How hard the nobles, how unkinde the king Hath shewed himself: but madam, right makes roome, Where weapons a so Dd1- want won't wont , and though a many friends Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster, And others of our partie part and faction our faction , Yet have we friends, assure your grace , in England England , Would cast up cappes, and clap their hands for joy, To see us there appointed for our foes. Kent Edm Would all were well, and Edward well reclaimd, For Englands honor, peace, and quietnes. Mortimer ju. But by the sword, my lord, it must be deserv'd earn'd . The king will nere forsake his flatterers. Sir John My Lords of England, sith the ungentle king Of Fraunce refuseth to give aide of armes, To this distressed Queene his sister heere, Go you with her to Henolt : , doubt yee not, We will finde comfort, money, men, and friends Ere long, to bid the English king a base abase . , How say How say'st Now say Now say yong you Prince, what thinke you of the match march ? Prince I thinke king Edward will out-run us all. Queene Nay sonne soune , not so, and you must not discourage Your friends that are so forward in your aide. Kent Edm Sir John of Henolt, pardon us I pray, These comforts that you give our wofull queene, Binde us in kindenes all at your commaund. Queene Yea gentle brother, and the God of heaven, Prosper your happie motion good sir John. Mortimer ju. This noble gentleman, forward in armes, Was borne I see to be our anchor hold . , Sir John of Henolt, be it thy renowne, That Englands Queene, and nobles in distresse, Have beene by thee restored and comforted. Sir John Madam along, and you my lord lords , with me, That Englands peeres may Henolts welcome see. [Exeunt.]