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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.
Oh, water, gentle friends, to cool my thirst,
Edw. Traitors, away! what, will you murder me, Or choke your sovereign with puddle water? GUR. No, but wash your face, and shave away
your beard, Lest
you be known, and so be rescued. Mat. Why strive you thus ? your labour is in
vain? EDW. The wren may strive against the lion's
strength, But all in vain : so vainly do I strive To seek for mercy at a tyrant's hand.
[They wash him with puddle water, and shave his
Immortal powers ! that know the painful cares
Come, come, away; now put the torches out,
king Mat. Edmund, yield thou thyself, or thou shalt die. Kent. Base villains, wherefore do you gripe me
thus! Gur. Bind himn and convey him to the court. Kent. Where is the court but here? here is the
king, And I will visit him; why stay you me?
Mat. The court is where lord Mortimer remains; Thither shall your honour go; and so farewell,
[Ereunt Matreris and Gurney, with the King.
Kent and the Soldiers remain. Kent. O miserable is that common-weal, where
lords Keep courts, and kings are lock'd in prison !
Sol. Wherefore stay.we ? on, sirs, to the court. Kent. Aye, lead me whither you will, even to my
Seeing that my brother cannot be releas’d.
Enter Young MORTIMER.
Yet he that is the cause of Edward's death,