What safety rests for us, or for my sonne?
Mor.ju.
Speake, shall he presently be dispatch'd & dye?
Qu.
I would he were, so it were not by my meanes.
Enter Matrevis and Gurney.
Mor.ju.
Inough Matrevis, write a Letter presently
Unto the Lord of Bartley from our selfe,
That he resigne the King to thee and Gurney,
And when tis done, we will subscribe our name,
Mat.
It shall be done my Lord.
Mor.ju.
Gurney.
Gur.
My Lord.
Mor.ju.
As thou intendest to rise by Mortimer,
Who now makes Fortunes wheele turne as he please,
Seeke all the meanes thou canst to make him droope,
And neither give him kinde word nor good looke.
Gur.
I warrant you my Lord.
Mor.ju.
And this above the rest, because we heare
That Edmond casts to worke his liberty,
Remove him still from place to place by night,
Till at the last, he come to Killingworth,
And then from thence to Bartley backe againe:
And by the way to make him fret the more,
Speake curstly to him, and in any case
Let no man comfort him, If he chance to weepe,
But amplifie his griefe with bitter words.
Matr.
Feare not my Lord, weele do as you command.
Mor.ju.
So now away, post thither wards amaine.
Qu.
Whither goes this Letter, to my Lord the King?
Commend me humbly to his Majesty,
And tell him, that I labour all in vaine,
To ease his griefe, and worke his liberty:
And beare him this, as witnesse of my love.
Mat.
I will madam.
Exeunt Matrevis and Gurney.
Manent Isabell and Mortimer.
Enter the young Prince, and the Earle of Kent
talking with him.
Mor.ju.
Finely dissembled, do so still sweete Queene,
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