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To dash the heavy-headed Edmund's drift,
Berkley shall be discharg'd, the king remov’d,
And none but we shall know where he lieth.
QUEEN. But, Mortimer, as long as he survives,
What safety rests for us, or for my son ?
Y. MoR. Speak, shall he presently be dispatch'd
and die 7
QUEEN. I would he were, so’t were not by my
in eans.
Enter MATR Ev is and GURNEY.
Y. MoR. Enough; Matrevis, write a letter pre-
sently
Unto the lord of Berkley from ourself,
That he resign the king to thee and Gurney;
And when 'tis done, we will subscribe our name.
Mat. It shall be done, my lord.
Y. MoR. Gurney.
Gu R. 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,
Remove 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 Let no man comfort him if he chance to weep, But amplify his grief with bitter words. MAt. Fear not, my lord, we'll do as you command. Y. MoR. So, now away; post thitherwards amain. QUEEN. Whither goes this letter, to my lord the king 2 Commend me humbly to his majesty, And tell him, that I labour all in vain To ease his grief, and work his liberty; And bear him this as witness of my love. MAT. I will, madam. [Ereunt 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 eats. 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 2 Kent. In health, sweet Mortimer: how fares your grace? * ill-naturedly.

QUEEN. Well, if my lord your brother were enlarg’d. KENt. I hear of late he hath depos'd himself. QUEEN. The more my grief. Y. MoR. And mine. KENT. Ah, they do dissemble 1 [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 son. But she that gave him life; I mean the queen 2 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. PRIN ce. Let me but see him first, and then I will.

KENT. Ay, do, sweet nephew.

QUEEN. Brother, you know it is impossible.

PRIN ce. Why, is he dead?

QUEEN. No, God forbid.

KENT. I would those words proceeded from your heart.

Y. MoR. Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him,

That wast a cause of his imprisonment?
KENt. The more cause have I now to make
amends.
Y. MoR I tell thee, 'tis not meet that one so false
Should come about the person of a prince.
My lord, he hath betray'd the king his brother,
And therefore trust him not.
PRINce. But he repents, and sorrows for it now.
QUEEN. Come son, and go with this gentle lord
and me.
PRIN ce. With you I will, but not with Mortimer.
Y. MoR. Why, youngling, 'sqain'st thou so of
Mortimer ?
Then I will carry thee by force away.
PRIN ce. Help, uncle Kent, Mortimer will wrong
Ine.
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 my son, and I will keep him.
KENT. Mortimer shall know that he hath wrong'd
me!—
Hence will I haste to Killingworth castle,
And rescue aged Edward from his foes,
To be reveng'd on Mortimer and thee. [Aside.
[Ereunt onre.

SCENE III.
Enter MATRevis and GURNEY with the KING.
MAt. 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.

Gun. Not so, my liege, the queen hath given this

charge

To keep your grace in safety:
Your passions make your choler to increase.

Edw. This usage makes my misery increase.
But can my air of life continue long,
When all my senses are annoy'd with stench :
Within a dungeon England's king is kept,
Where I am starv'd for want of sustenance.
My daily diet is heart-breaking sobs,
That almost rend the closet of my heart;
Thus lives old Edward not reliev'd by any,
And so must die, though pitied by many.

WOL. II. 7

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