Enter the BARONS, MORTIMER, LANCASTER, E. MOR. Look, Lancaster, yonder's Edward 'mong his flatterers. LAN. And there let him be till he pay dearly for their company. WAR. And shall, or Warwick's sword shall smite in vain. EDW. What, rebels, do you shrink and sound retreat? Y. MOR. No, Edward, nc, thy flatterers faint and fly. LAN. They'd best betimes forsake thee, and their trains, For they'll betray thee, traitors as they are. Y. SPEN. Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster! PEM. Away, base upstart, brav'st thou nobles thus? O. SPEN. A noble attempt, and honourable deed, Is it not, trow ye, to assemble aid, And levy arms against your lawful king! Edw. For which ere long their heads shall satisfy, Tappease the wrath of their offended king. Y. MOR. Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last, And rather bathe thy sword in subjects' blood, EDW. Aye, traitors all, rather than thus be brav'd, VOL. II. 5 Alarum to the fight, St. George for England, EDW. St. George for England, and king Edward's right. [Alarums. Exeunt. Re-enter EDWARD and his followers, with the BARONS, captives. EDW. Now, lusty lords, not by the chance of war, But justice of the quarrel and the cause, Vail'd is your pride; methinks you hang the heads, KENT. Brother, in regard of thee, and of thy Did they remove that flatterer from thy throne. EDW. So, sir, you have spoke; away, avoid our presence! Accursed wretches, was't in regard of us, When we had sent our messengers to request WAR. Tyrant, I scorn thy threats and menaces, It is but temporal that thou canst inflict. LAN. The worst is death, and better die to live Than live in infamy under such a king. EDW. Away with them! my lord of Winchester: These lusty leaders, Warwick and Lancaster, I charge you roundly-off with both their heads; away! WAR. Farewell, vain world! LAN. Sweet Mortimer, farewell. Y. MOR. England, unkind to thy nobility, There see him safe bestow'd; and for the rest, Y. MOR. What, Mortimer! can ragged stony walls EDW. Sound drums and trumpets, march with me my friends. Edward this day hath crown'd him king anew. [Exeunt. Young Spencer, Lecune, and Baldock remain. Y. SPEN. Lecune, the trust that we repose in thee, Begets the quiet of king Edward's land. Therefore begone in haste, and with advice Bestow that treasure on the lords of France, That, therewith all enchanted, like the guard That suffer'd Jove to pass in showers of gold To Danaë, all aid may be denied To Isabel, the queen, that now in France Makes friends, to cross the seas with her young son, And step into his father's regiment. LECUNE. That's it these barons and the subtle queen Long levied at. BAL. Yea, but, Lecune, thou seest, These barons lay their heads on blocks together; Among the lords of France with England's gold, And France shall be obdurate with her tears. Y. SPEN. Then make for France, amain-Lecune, away! Proclaim king Edward's wars and victories. [Exeunt omnes. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. Enter KENT. KENT. Fair blows the wind for France; blow gentle gale, Till Edmund be arriv'd for England's good! Nature, yield to my country's cause in this. A brother, no, a butcher of thy friends. Proud Edward, dost thou banish me thy presence? And cherish flatterers! Mortimer, I stay Thy sweet escape; stand gracious, gloomy night, to his device. Enter Young MORTIMER disguised. Y. MOR. Holloa! who walketh there? is't you, my lord? KENT. Mortimer, 'tis I; but hath my potion wrought so happily? Y. MOR. It hath, my lord; the warders all asleep, I thank them, gave me leave to pass in peace. But hath your grace got shipping unto France? KENT. Fear it not. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter the QUEEN and her SON. QUEEN. Ah, boy! our friends do fail us all in France; The lords are cruel, and the king unkind; What shall we do? PRINCE. Madam, return to England, QUEEN. Ah, boy, thou art deceiv'd, at least in this, |