Edw.
Farewell, I know the next newes that they bring,
Will be my death, and welcome shall it be,
To wretched men death is felicity.
Lei.
Another Post, what newes brings he?
Edw.
Such newes as I expect, come Bartley come,
And tell thy message to my naked breast.
Bart.
My Lord thinke not a thought so villanous
Can harbour in a man of noble birth.
To doe your Highnesse service and devoire,
And save you from your foes, Bartley would dye,
Lei.
My Lord, the Councell of the Queene commands,
That I resigne my charge.
Edw.
And who must keep me now, must you my Lord?
Bart.
I, my most gracious Lord, so tis decreed.
Edw.
By Mortimer whose name is written here,
Well may I rent his name, that rends my heart,
This poore revenge hath something eas'd my mind,
So may his limbs be torne as is this Paper,
Heare me immortall Jove, and grant it too.
Bart.
Your Grace must hence with me to Bartley straight.
Edw.
Whither you will, all places are alike,
And every earth is fit for buriall.
Lei.
Favour him my Lord as much as lieth in you.
Bart.
Even so betide my soule as I use him.
Edw.
My enemy hath pittied my estate,
And that's the cause that I am now remov'd.
Bar.
And thinks your Grace that Bartley wil be cruel?
Edw.
I know not, but of this am I assured,
That death ends all, and I can dye but once,
Leicester farewell.
Lei.
Not yet my Lord, Ile beare you on your way, Exeunt omnes.
Enter Mortimer and Queene Isabell.
Mor.ju.
Faire Isabell, now have we our desire,
The proud corrupters of the light-braind King,
Have done their homage to the lofty Gallowes,
And he himselfe lies in captivity,
Be rul'd by me, and we will rule the Realme,
In any case take heede of childish feare,
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