Mor.
My Lord of Kent, what needes these questions?
Tis not in her controulment, nor in ours,
But as the Realme and Parliament shall please,
So shall your Brother be disposed of.
I like not this relenting moode in Edmond.
Madam, tis good to looke to him betimes.
Qu.
My Lord, the Maior of Bristow knows our mind.
Mor.
Yea Madam, and they scape not easily,
That fled the field.
Qu.
Baldocke is with the King.
A goodly Chancellour, is he not my Lord?
S. John.
So are the Spencers, the father and the sonne.
Edm.
This Edward is the ruine of the Realme.
Enter Rice ap Howell, and the Maior of Bristow,
with Spencer the father.
Rice.
God save Queene Isabell, and her Princely sonne,
Madam, the Maior and Citizens of Bristow,
In signe of love and duty to this presence,
Present by me this Traytor to the State,
Spencer, the Father to that wanton Spencer,
That like the lawlesse Catiline of Rome,
Reveld in Englands wealth and Treasury.
Qu.
We thanke you all.
Mor.ju.
Your loving care in this,
Deserveth Princely favours and rewards,
But where's the King and the other Spencer fled?
Rice.
Spencer the sonne, created Earle of Glocester,
Is with that smooth tongu'd Scholler Baldocke gone,
And shipt but late for Ireland with the King.
Mor.ju.
Some whirlewind fetch them backe, or sinke them all:
They shall be started thence I doubt it not.
Prin.
Shall I not see the King my father yet?
Edm.
Unhappi's Edward, chast from Englands bounds.
S. John.
Madam, what resteth, why stand ye in a muse?
Qu.
I rue my Lords ill fortune, but alas,
Care of my Country cald me to this warre.
Mor.
Madam, have done with care and sad complaint,
Your
