1 The Mareschal of France, Monsieur La Far.
2 Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord.
3 Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
4 Re-enter Gloucester, with France, Burgundy and Attendants.
5 There is further compliment of leave-taking between France and him.
6 Since my young lady's going into France, sir, the fool hath much pined away.
7 Post speedily to my lord your husband, show him this letter: the army of France is landed.
8 Thou hast her, France: let her be thine; for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again.
9 O dear father, It is thy business that I go about; Therefore great France My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
10 For this business, It toucheth us as France invades our land, Not bolds the King, with others whom I fear Most just and heavy causes make oppose.
11 The princes, France and Burgundy, Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, And here are to be answer'd.
12 Thy dowerless daughter, King, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me.
13 There is division, Although as yet the face of it be cover'd With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall; Who have, as who have not, that their great stars Throne'd and set high; servants, who seem no less, Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state.'