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That wast a cause of his imprisonment?
KENT. The more cause have I now to make
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, And therefore trust him not.
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.
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.
Hence will I haste to Killingworth castle,
[Aside. [Exeunt omnes.
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.
When will his heart be satisfied with blood?
If mine will serve, unbowel straight this breast,
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.
Oh, water, gentle friends, to cool my thirst,
Sit down, for we'll be barbers to your grace.
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
O level all your looks upon these daring men,
O Gaveston, it is for thee that I am wrong'd,
Come, come, away; now put the torches out,
GUR. How now, who comes there?
MAT. Guard the king sure; it is the earl of Kent.
MAT. Edmund, yield thou thyself, or thou shalt die. KENT. Base villains, wherefore do you gripe me thus!
GUR. Bind him and convey him to the court. KENT. Where is the court but here? here is the
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.
[Exeunt Matrevis 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.
Y. MOR. The king must die, or Mortimer goes down.
The commons now begin to pity him.
This letter, written by a friend of ours,
LIGHT. What else, my lord? and far more resolute.
Y. MOR. And hast thou cast how to accomplish it?