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Lord's, sith that we are by suff'rance of heav'n,
us march. Edward will think we come to flatter him. Kent. I would he never had been flatter'd more!
flying about the stage.
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. (Ereunt.
Enter Kent alone, with sword and target. Kent. This way he Aed, 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 Ay 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 prevailid, 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,
Deal you, my lords, in this, my loving lords,
wisdoms fittest seems in all.
you mean? Kent. Nephew, your father ; I dare not call him
king. Mor. 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, So shall your brother be disposed of.
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,
Sir J. So are the Spencers, the father, and the
Kent. This Edward is the ruin of the realm. Enter Rice AP Howell, and the Mayor of Bris
TOL, with Old SpenCER. Rice. God save queen Isabel, and her princely
son ! Madam, the mayor and citizens of Bristol,
In sign of love and duty to this presence,
QUEEN. We thank you all.
Y. Mor. Your loving care in this
Rice. Spencer the son, created earl of Glou'ster,
[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? Quern. 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. 0. Spen. Rebel is he that fights against the
So fought not they that fought in Edward's right.
Y. Mor. Take him away, he prates; you, Rice
Shall do good service to her majesty,
SCENE VI. Enter the ABBOT, MONKS, EDWARD, SPENCER,
and BALDOCK. ABBOT. Have you no doubt, my lord; have you
Edw. Father thy face should harbour no deceit.