Edw. I see I must, and therefore am content: Instead of ink I'll write it with my tears. [Subscribes.
Y. Mor. The king is love-sick for his minion.
Edw. 'Tis done—and now, accursed hand, fall off!
Lan. Give it me—I'll have it published in the streets.
Y. Mor. I'll see him presently despatched away.90
Archbish. Now is my heart at ease.
War. And so is mine.
Pem. This will be good news to the common sort.
E. Mor. Be it or no, he shall not linger here. [Exeunt Nobles.
Edw. How fast they run to banish him I love! They would not stir, were it to do me good. Why should a king be subject to a priest? Proud Rome! that hatchest such imperial grooms, For [196] these thy superstitious taper-lights, Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze, I'll fire thy crazèd buildings, and enforce100 The papal towers to kiss the lowly ground! [197] With slaughtered priests make [198] Tiber's channel swell, And banks raised higher with their sepulchres! As for the peers, that back the clergy thus, If I be king, not one of them shall live.