To dash the heavy-headed Edmund's drift, Y. MOR. Speak, shall he presently be dispatch'd and die? QUEEN. I would he were, so't were not by my means. Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY. Y. MOR. Enough; Matrevis, write a letter presently Unto the lord of Berkley from ourself, That he resign the king to thee and Gurney; MAT. It shall be done, my lord. Y. MOR. Gurney. GUR. 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, Speak curstly to him; and in any case 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? Commend me humbly to his majesty, And tell him, that I labour all in vain [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 ears. 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? * ill-naturedly. QUEEN. Well, if my lord your brother were enlarg'd. KENT. I hear of late he hath depos'd himself. Y. MOR. And mine. KENT. Ah, they do dissemble! [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 ? 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 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, PRINCE. But he repents, and sorrows for it now. QUEEN. Come son, and go with this gentle lord and me. PRINCE. With you I will, but not with Mortimer. Y. MOR. Why, youngling, 'sdain'st thou so of Mortimer? Then I will carry thee by force away. PRINCE. Help, uncle Kent, Mortimer will wrong me. 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'd me! Hence will I haste to Killingworth castle, And rescue aged Edward from his foes, [Aside. [Exeunt omnes. 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. Must I be vexed like the nightly bird, It is the chiefest mark they level at. GUR. 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. When all my senses are annoy'd with stench? VOL. II. 7 |