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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!



Enter the KING, BALDOCK, and Young SPENCER,

flying about the stage.
Y. Spen. Fly, fly, my lord ! the queen

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. (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,
As to your

wisdoms fittest seems in all.
Kent. Madam, without offence, if I may ask,
How will you deal with Edward in his fall?
PRINCE. Tell me, good uncle, what Edward do

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,
A goodly chancellor, is he not my lord?

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,
Present by me this traitor to the state,
Spencer, the father to that wanton Spencer,
That like the lawless Catiline of Rome,
Revell'd in England's wealth and treasury.

QUEEN. We thank you all.

Y. Mor. Your loving care in this
Deserveth princely favours and rewards.
But where's the king and the other Spencer Aled?

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? 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

ap Howell,

Shall do good service to her majesty,
Being of countenance in your country here,
To follow these rebellious runagates.
We in meanwhile, madam, must take advice,
How Baldock, Spencer, and their complices,
May in their fall be followed to their end.

[Exeunt omnes.


and BALDOCK. ABBOT. Have you no doubt, my lord; have you

no fear;
As silent and as careful we will be,
To keep your royal person safe with us,
Free from suspect, and fell invasion
Of such as have your majesty in chase,
Yourself, and those your chosen company,
As danger of this stormy time requires.

Edw. Father thy face should harbour no deceit.
0! hadst thou ever been a king, thy heart,
Pierc'd deeply with a sense of my distress,
Could not but take compassion of my state.
Slately and proud, in riches and in train,
Whilom I was, powerful, and full of pomp:
But what is he whom rule and empery
Have not in lise or death made miserable ?

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