Mortimers hope surmounts his fortune farre.
Ed.
Sound Drums and Trumpets, march with me my friends,
Edward this day hath crown'd him King anew. Exit.
Manent Spencer filius, Lewne and Baldock.
Spen.
Lewen, the trust that we repose in thee,
Begets the quiet of King Edwards Land,
Therefore be gone in hast, and with advice,
Bestow that Treasure on the Lords of France,
That therewithall enchanted like the Guard
That suffered Jove to passe in showers of Gold
To Danae, all aid may be denyed
To Isabell the Queene, that now in France
Makes friends, to crosse the Seas with her young sonne,
And step into his fathers Regiment.
Lew.
Thats it these Barons and the subtill Queene
Long levied at.
Bald.
Yea, but Lewne thou seest,
These Barons lay their heads on blocks together,
What they intend the Hangman frustrates cleane.
Lew.
Have you no doubt my Lords, Ile claps close,
Amoug the Lords of France with Englands Gold,
That Isabell shall make her plaints in vaine,
And France shall be obdurate with her teares.
Spen.
Then make for France, amaine Lewne away,
Proclaime King Edwards warres and victories. Exeunt omnes.
Enter Edmond.
Edm.
Faire blowes the winde for France, blow gentle gale,
Till Edmond be arriv'd for Englands good,
Nature, yeeld to my Countries cause in this.
A Brother, no, a Butcher of thy friends,
Proud Edward dost thou banish me thy presence?
But Ile to France, and cheere the wronged Queene,
And certifie what Edwards loosenesse is,
Unnaturall King to slaughter Noblemen,
And cherish Flatterers: Mortimer I stay
Thy sweete escape, stand gracious gloomy night to his device,
Enter Mortimer disguised.
Mor.
Holla, who walketh there, ist you my Lord?
Edm.
