And dusty night, in rusty iron car, Between you both shorten the time, I pray, Come, friends, to Bristol, there to make us strong; As you injurious were to bear them forth! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Enter the QUEEN, her SON, KENT, MORTIMER, and SIR JOHN. QUEEN. Now, lords, our loving friends and coun- Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds; To cope with friends at home; a heavy case Y. MOR. Nay, madam, if you be a warrior, Lord's, sith that we are by suff'rance of heav'n, We may remove those flatterers from the king, SIR J. Sound trumpets, my lord, and forward let us march. Edward will think we come to flatter him. KENT. I would he never had been flatter'd more! [Exeunt. SCENE V. Enter the KING, BALDOCK, and Young SPENCER, flying about the stage. Y. SPEN. Fly, fly, my lord! the queen is overstrong; Her friends do multiply, and your's do fail. BALD. O no, my lord this princely resolution Enter KENT alone, with sword and target. KENT. This way he fled, but I am come too late. Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life: QUEEN. Successful battle gives the God of kings Deal you, my lords, in this, my loving lords, KENT. Madam, without offence, if I may ask, you mean? KENT. Nephew, your father; I dare not call him king. Mon. My lord of Kent, what needs these ques tions? "Tis not in her controulment, nor in ours, But as the realm and parliament shall please, [Aside to the Queen. I like not this relenting mood in Edmund. Madam, 'tis good to look to him betimes. QUEEN. My lord, the mayor of Bristol knows our mind. Y. MOR. Yea, madam, and they 'scape not easily That fled the field. QUEEN. Baldock is with the king, A goodly chancellor, is he not my lord? SIR J. So are the Spencers, the father, and the son. KENT. This Edward is the ruin of the realm. Enter RICE AP HOWELL, and the MAYOR of BRISTOL, with Old SPENCER. RICE. God save queen Isabel, and her princely son ! Madam, the mayor and citizens of Bristol, 1 In sign of love and duty to this presence, Y. MOR. Your loving care in this RICE. Spencer the son, created earl of Glou'ster, Is with that smooth-tongu'd scholar Baldock gone, And shipp'd but late for Ireland with the king. Y. MOR. Some whirlwind fetch them back or sink them all! [Aside. They shall be started thence, I doubt it not. PRINCE. Shall I not see the king my father yet? KENT. Unhappy Edward, chas'd from England's bounds. SIR J. Madam, what resteth, why stand ye in a muse? QUEEN. I rue my lord's ill-fortune; but alas! Care of my country call'd me to this war. Y. MOR. Madam, have done with care and sad complaint; Your king hath wrong'd your country and himself, And we must seek to right it as we may. Meanwhile, have hence this rebel to the block. O. SPEN. Rebel is he that fights against the prince; |