Prin.
Helpe Unkle Kent, Mortimer will wrong me.
Qu.
Brother Edmond, strive not, we are his friends,
Isabell is neerer then the Earle of Kent.
Edm.
Sister, Edward is my charge, redeeme him.
Qu.
Edward is my sonne, and I will keepe him.
Edm.
Mortimer shall know that he hath wrong'd me.
Hence will I hast to Killingworth Castle,
And rescue aged Edward from his foes,
To be reveng'd on Mortimer and thee. 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.
Edw.
Friends, whither must unhappy Edward goe,
Will hatefull Mortimer appoint no rest?
Must I be vexed like the nightly Bird,
Whose sight is loathsome to all winged Fowles?
When will the fury of his mind asswage?
When will his hart be satisfied with bloud?
If mine will serve, unbowell straight this brest,
And give my heart to Isabell and him,
It is the chiefest marke they levell at.
Gur.
Not so my Liege, the Queene hath given this charge,
To keepe your Grace in safety,
Your passions make your dolours encrease.
Edw.
This usage makes my misery encrease,
But can my ayre of life continue long,
When all my senses are annoy'd with stench?
Within a Dungeon Englands King is kept,
Where I am starv'd for want of sustenance,
My dayly diet is heart-breaking sobs,
That almost rents the closet of my heart,
Thus lives old Edward not reliev'd by any,
And so must dye, though pittyed by many.
O water gentle friends to coole my thirst,
And cleere my body from foule excrements.
Mat.
Heer's channell water as our charge is given,
Sit
