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To dash the heavy-headed Edmund's drift,
QUEEN. But, Mortimer, as long as he survives,
and die ? Queen. I would he were, so't were not by my
Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY.
Mat. It shall be done, my lord.
Y. Mor. As thou intendest to rise by Mortimer, Who now makes fortune's wheel turn as he please, Seek all the means thou canst to make him droop, And neither give him kind word nor good look. GUR. I warrant you, my
lord. Y. Mor. And this above the rest, because we hear 'That Edmund casts to work his liberty, Renove him still from place to place by night, Till at the last he come to Killingworth, And then from thence to Berkley back again : And by the way, to make him fret the more,
Speak curstly * to him; and in any case
mand. Y. Mor. So, now away; post thitherwards amain. Queen. Whither goes this letter, to my lord the
love. MAT. I will, madam.
(Exeunt all but Isabel and Mortimer. Enter the Young Prince, and the EARL of KENT
talking with him. Y. Mor. Finely dissembled ! Do so still, sweet
queen. Here comes the young prince, with the earl of Kent.
Queen. Something he whispers in his childish
Y. Mor. If he have such access unto the prince, Our plots and stratagems will soon be dash'd. Queen. Use Edmund friendly, as if all were
well. Y. Mor. How fares my honourable lord of Kent? Kent. In health, sweet Mortimer: how fares your grace?
Queen. Well, if my lord your brother were en
[Aside. QUEEN. Sweet son, come hither, I must talk with
thee. Y. Mor. You being his uncle, and the next of
blood, Do look to be protector o'er the prince.
Kent. Not I, my lord; who should protect the
But she that gave him life; I mean the queen
? PRINCE. Mother, persuade me not to wear the
crown; Let him be king-I am too young to reign. Queen. But be content, seeing it is his highness'
pleasure. PRINCE. Let me but see him first, and then I
will. Kent. Ay, do, sweet nephew. QUEEN. Brother, you know it is impossible. PRINCE. Why, is he dead? QUEEN. No, God forbid. Kent. I would those words proceeded from your
heart. Y. Mor. Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour
That wast a cause of his imprisonment?
Prince. But he repents, and sorrows for it now, QUEEN. Come son, and go with this gentle lord
Prince. With you I will, but not with Mortimer.
Prince. Help, uncle Kent, Mortimer will wrong
Queen. Brother Edmund, strive not; we are his
friends; Isabel is nearer than the earl of Kent.
Kent. Sister, Edward is my charge, redeem him. Queen. Edward is myson, and I will keep him. Kent. Mortimer shall know that he hath wrong'a
me! Hence will I haste to Killingworth castle, And rescue aged Edward from his foes, To be reveng'd on Mortimer and thee. Aside.
SCENE III. Enter Matrevi8 and Gurney with the King. Mar. My lord, be not pensive, we are your
friends; Men are ordain'd to live in misery, Therefore come,-dalliance dangereth our lives.
Edw. Friends, whither must unhappy Edward go? Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest? Must I be vexed like the nightly bird, Whose sight is loathsome to all winged fowls? When will the fury of his mind assuage ? When will his heart be satisfied with blood ? If mine will serve, unbowel straight this breast, Aad give my heart to Isabel and him; It is the chiefest mark they level at. GUR. Not so, my liege, the queen hath given this
Edw. This usage makes my misery increase.
heart; Thus lives old Edward not reliev'd by any, And so must die, though pitied by many. VOL. II.