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SIR J. Madam, along, and you, my lord, with

me,

That England's peers may Henault's welcome see.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Enter the KING, MATREVIS, the two SPENCERS, with others.

EDW. Thus after many threats of wrathful war, Triumpheth England's Edward with his friends, And triumph Edward with his friends uncontroul'd. My lord of Glou'ster, do you hear the news? Y. SPEN. What news, my lord?

EDW. Why man, they say there is great execution

Done through the realm; my lord of Arundel,
You have the note, have you not?

MAT. From the lieutenant of the tower, my lord.
EDW. I pray
let us see it. What have we there?
Read it Spencer.

[Spencer reads their names. Why so; they bark'd apace a month ago:

Now, on my life, they'll neither bark nor bite,
Now, sirs, the news from France? Glou'ster, I trow,
The lords of France love England's gold so well,

As Isabel gets no aid from thence.

What now remains; have you proclaim'd, my lord, Reward for them can bring in Mortimer?

Y. SPEN. My lord, we have; and if he be in

England,

He will he had ere long, I doubt it not.

EDW. If, dost thou say? Spencer, as true as

death,

He is in England's ground; our portmasters

Are not so careless of their king's command.
Enter a MESSENGER.

How

now,

what news with thee? from whence come these?

MES. Letters, my lord, and tidings forth of

France,

To you, my lord of Glou'ster, from Lecune.

EDW. Read.

[Spencer reads the letter.]

"My duty to your honour premised, &c. I have, according to instructions in that behalf, dealt with the king of France his lords, and effected, that the queen, all discontented and discomforted, is gone. Whither, if you ask, with sir John of Henault, brother to the marquis, into Flanders: with them are gone lord Edmund, and the lord Mortimer, having in their company divers of your nation, and others; and, as constant report goeth, they intend to give king Edward battle in England, sooner than he can look for them: this is all the news of import.

Your honour's in all service, LECUNE." EDW. Ah, villains! hath that Mortimer escap'd? With him is Edmund gone associate?

And will sir John of Henault lead the round?
Welcome, a God's name, madam, and your son;
England shall welcome you and all your rout.
Gallop apace, bright Phœbus, through the sky,

Aud dusty night, in rusty iron car,

Between you both shorten the time, I pray,
That I may see that most desired day,
When we may meet those traitors in the field.
Ah, nothing grieves me, but my little boy

Is thus misled to countenance their ills.

Come, friends, to Bristol, there to make us strong; And, winds, as equal be to bring them in,

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-
trymen,

Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds;
Our kindest friends in Belgia have we left,

To cope with friends at home; a heavy case
When force to force is knit, and sword and glave
In civil broils make kin and countrymen
Slaughter themselves in others, and their sides
With their own weapons gore! But what's the help?
* Misgovern'd kings are cause of all this wreck;
And, Edward, thou art one among them all,
Whose looseness hath betray'd thy land to spoil,
Who made the channel overflow with blood
Of thine own people; patron shouldst thou be,
But thou-

Y. MOR. Nay, madam, if you be a warrior, Ye must not grow so passionate in speeches.

Lord's, sith that we are by suff'rance of heav'n,
Arriv'd, and armed in this prince's right,
Here for our country's cause swear we to him
All homage, fealty, and forwardness;
And for the open wrongs and injuries
Edward hath done to us, his queen, and land,
We come in arms to wreak it with the sword;
That England's queen in peace may repossess
Her dignities and honours: and withal

We may remove those flatterers from the king,
That havock England's wealth and treasury.

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!

SCENE V.

[Exeunt.

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.
Shape we our course to Ireland, there to breathe.
EDW. What! was I born to fly and run away,
And leave the Mortimers conquerors behind?
Give me my horse, let's reinforce our troops:
And in this bed of honour die with fame.

BALD. O no, my lord this princely resolution
Fits not the time; away, we are pursu'd. [Exeunt.

Enter KENT alone, with sword and target.

KENT. This way he fled, but I am come too late.
Edward, alas! my heart relents for thee.
Proud traitor, Mortimer, why dost thou chase.
Thy lawful king, thy sovereign, with thy sword?
Vile wretch! and why hast thou, of all unkind,
Borne arms against thy brother and thy king?
Rain showers of vengeance on my cursed head,
Thou God, to whom in justice it belongs
To punish this unnatural revolt!

Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life:
O fly him then! but Edmund calm this rage,
Dissemble, or thou diest; for Mortimer
And Isabel do kiss, while they conspire:
And yet she bears a face of love forsooth.
Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate!
Edmund, away; Bristol to Longshank's blood
Is false; be not found single for suspect:
Proud Mortimer pries near into thy walks.
Enter the QUEEN, MORTIMER, the Young PRINCE,
and Sir JOHN of HENAULT.

QUEEN. Successful battle gives the God of kings..
To them that fight in right, and fear his wrath.
Since then successfully we have prevail'd,
Thanked be heaven's great architect, and you.
Ere farther we proceed, my noble lords,
We here create our well-beloved son,
Of love and care unto his royal person,
Lord warden of the realm; and sith the fates
Have made his father so unfortunate,

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