Bald.
O no my Lord, this Princely resolution
Fits not the time, away, we are pursued.
Edmond alone with a Sword and Target.
Edm.
This way he fled, but I am come too late,
Edward, alas my heart relents for thee,
Proud Traytor Mortimer why dost thou chase
Thy lawfull King thy Soveraigne with thy sword?
Vilde wretch, and why hast thou of all unkinde,
Borne armes against thy Brother and thy King?
Raine showers of Vengeance on my cursed head
Thou God, to whom in justice it belongs
To punish this unnaturall revolt:
Edward, this Mortimer aimes at thy life:
O flye him then, but Edmond calme this rage,
Dissemble or thou diest, for Mortimer
And Isabell do kisse while they conspire,
And yet she beares a face of love forsooth:
Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate,
Edmond away, Bristow to Longshankes bloud
Is false, be not found single for suspect:
Proud Mortimer pries neere into thy walkes.
Enter the Queene, Mortimer, the yong Prince
and Sir John of Henalt.
Qu.
Succesfull battell gives the God of Kings,
To them that fight in right and feare his wrath:
Since then successively we have prevail'd,
Thanked be Heavens great architect and you,
Ere farther we proceede my noble Lords,
We heere create our welbeloved sonne,
Of love and care unto his royall person,
Lord Warden of the Realme, and sith the fates
Have made his father so unfortunate,
Deale you my Lords in this, my loving Lords,
As to your wisedomes fittest seemes in all.
Edm.
Madam, without offence if I may aske,
How will you deale with Edward in his fall?
Prin.
Tell me good Unkle, what Edward do you meane?
Edm.
Nephew, your father, I dare not call him King.
Mor.
