Edw. Away with them, my lord of Winchester!60 These lusty leaders, Warwick and Lancaster, I charge you roundly—off with both their heads! Away!
War. Farewell, vain world!
Lan. Sweet Mortimer, farewell.
Y. Mor. England, unkind to thy nobility, Groan for this grief, behold how thou art maimed!
Edw. Go, take that haughty Mortimer to the Tower, There see him safe bestowed; and for the rest, Do speedy execution on them all. Begone!70
Y. Mor. What, Mortimer! can ragged stony walls Immure thy virtue that aspires to heaven? No, Edward, England's scourge, it may not be, Mortimer's hope surmounts his fortune far. [The captive Barons are led off.
Edw.. Sound drums and trumpets! March with me, my friends, Edward this day hath crowned him king anew. [Exeunt all except Young Spencer, Levune, and Baldock.
Y. Spen. Levune, the trust that we repose in thee, Begets the quiet of King Edward's land. Therefore begone in haste, and with advice Bestow that pleasure on the lords of France,80 That, therewith all enchanted, like the guard That suffered Jove to pass in showers of gold To Danae, all aid may be denied To Isabel, the queen, that now in France Makes friends, to cross the seas with her young son, And step into his father's regiment. [270]
Levune. That's it these barons and the subtle queen Long levelled [271] at.
Bal. Yea, but, Levune, thou seest These barons lay their heads on blocks together; What they intend, the hangman frustrates clean.90