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Enter the HERALD from the Barons, with his coat
HER. Long live king Edward, England's lawful lord.
EDW. So wish not they I wis that sent thee hither. Thou com'st from Mortimer and his accomplices, A ranker root of rebels never was.
Well, say thy message.
HER. The barons up in arms, by me salute
You will this grief have ease and remedy;
That deads the royal vine, whose golden leaves
And have old servitors in high esteem,
And shake off smooth dissembling flatterers:
This granted, they, their honours, and their lives,
Y. SPEN. Ah traitors! will they still display their
EDW. Away, tarry no answer, but be gone!
Yet ere thou go, see how I do divorce
Spencer from me-Now get thee to thy lords,
Enter the KING, Old SPENCER, Young SPENCER, and the Noblemen of the King's side.
EDW. Why do we sound retreat?
This day I shall pour vengeance with my sword
Y. SPEN. I doubt it not, my lord, right will prevail.
Y. SPEN. Here come the rebels.
Enter the BARONS, MORTIMER, LANCASTER,
E. MOR. Look, Lancaster, yonder's Edward 'mong his flatterers.
LAN. And there let him be till he pay dearly for their company.
WAR. And shall, or Warwick's sword shall smite in vain.
EDW. What, rebels, do you shrink and sound
Y. MOR. No, Edward, no, thy flatterers faint and fly.
LAN. They'd best betimes forsake thee, and their trains,
For they'll betray thee, traitors as they are.
Y. SPEN. Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster! PEM. Away, base upstart, brav'st thou nobles thus? 0. SPEN. A noble attempt, and honourable deed, Is it not, trow ye, to assemble aid,
And levy arms against your lawful king!
EDW. For which ere long their heads shall satisfy, appease the wrath of their offended king.
Y. MOR. Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last,
And rather bathe thy sword in subjects' blood,
EDW. Aye, traitors all, rather than thus be brav'd,
Alarum to the fight, St. George for England,
And the barons' right.
EDW. St. George for England, and king Edward's
[Alarums. Exeunt. Re-enter EDWARD and his followers, with the
EDW. Now, lusty lords, not by the chance of
But justice of the quarrel and the cause,
Vail'd is your pride; methinks you hang the heads,
To whom right well you knew our soul was knit,
KENT. Brother, in regard of thee, and of thy
Did they remove that flatterer from thy throne.
Edw. So, sir, you have spoke; away, avoid our presence!
Accursed wretches, was't in regard of us,
When we had sent our messengers to request
WAR. Tyrant, I scorn thy threats and menaces,
It is but temporal that thou canst inflict.
LAN. The worst is death, and better die to live Than live in infamy under such a king.
EDW. Away with them! my lord of Winchester: These lusty leaders, Warwick and Lancaster, I charge you roundly-off with both their heads; away!
WAR. Farewell, vain world!
LAN. Sweet Mortimer, farewell.
Y. MOR. England, unkind to thy nobility,
There see him safe bestow'd; and for the rest,
EDW. Sound drums and trumpets, march with me my friends.
Edward this day hath crown'd him king anew.
[Exeunt. Young Spencer, Lecune, and Baldock
Y. SPEN. Lecune, the trust that we repose in thee, Begets the quiet of king Edward's land. Therefore begone in haste, and with advice Bestow that treasure on the lords of France, That, therewith all enchanted, like the guard That suffer'd Jove to pass in showers of gold