She and the duke her husband!

[Enter, with drum and colours, Albany, Goneril, and Soldiers.]

Gon.
[Aside.] I had rather lose the battle than that sister
Should loosen him and me.

Alb.
Our very loving sister, well be-met.--
Sir, this I heard,--the king is come to his daughter,
With others whom the rigour of our state
Forc'd to cry out. Where I could not be honest,
I never yet was valiant: 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.

Edm.
Sir, you speak nobly.

Reg.
Why is this reason'd?

Gon.
Combine together 'gainst the enemy;
For these domestic and particular broils
Are not the question here.

Alb.