Lan.
Why how now Cosin, how fares all our friends?
Mor.ju.
My Uncles taken prisoner by the Scots.
La.
Weele have him ransom'd man, be of good cheere.
Mor.ju.
They rate his ransome at five thousand pound,
Wo should defray the money but the King,
Seeing he is taken Prisoner in his warres?
Ile to the King.
Lan.
Doe Cosin, and Ile beare thee company,
War.
Meane time my Lord of Pembroke and my selfe,
Will to New-castle heere, and gather head.
Mor.ju.
About it then, and we will follow you.
Lan.
Be resolute and full of secrecy.
War.
I warrant you.
Mor.ju.
Cosin, and if he will not ransome him,
Ile thunder such a peale into his eares,
As never subject did unto his King.
Lan.
Content, ile beare my part, holla whose there?
Mor.ju.
I marry, such a Guard as this doth well.
Lan.
Lead on the way.
Guard.
Whither will your Lordships?
Mor.ju.
Whither else but to the King.
Guard.
His Highnesse is dispos'd to be alone.
Lan.
Why, so he may, but we will speake to him.
Guard.
You may not in my Lord.
Mor.ju.
May we not?
Edw.
How now, what noise is this?
Who have we there, ist you?
Mor.ju.
Nay, stay my Lord, I come to bring you newes,
Mine Uncles taken Prisoner by the Scots.
Edw.
Then ransome him.
Lan.
Twas in your warres, you should ransome him.
Mor.ju.
And you shall ransome him, or else.
Edm.
What Mortimer: you will not threaten him?
Edw.
Quiet your selfe, you shall have the broad seale,
To gather for him throughout the Realme.
Lan.
Your Minion Gaveston hath taught you this.
Mor.ju.
My Lord, the Family of the Mortimers
Are not so poore, but would they sell their Land,
Twould
