Levune. Have you no doubt, my lords, I'll clap [272] so close Among the lords of France with England's gold, That Isabel shall make her plaints in vain, And France shall be obdurate with her tears.
Y. Spen. Then make for France, amain—Levune, away! Proclaim King Edward's wars and victories. [Exeunt omnes.
ACT THE FOURTH.
SCENE I.
Enter [273] Kent.
Kent. Fair blows the wind for France; blow gentle gale, Till Edmund be arrived for England's good! Nature, yield to my country's cause in this. A brother? no, a butcher of thy friends! Proud Edward, dost thou banish me thy presence? But I'll to France, and cheer the wrongèd queen, And certify what Edward's looseness is. Unnatural king! to slaughter noblemen And cherish flatterers! Mortimer, I stay Thy sweet escape; stand gracious, gloomy night,10 To his device.
Enter Young Mortimer, disguised.
Y. Mor. Holla! who walketh there? Is't you, my lord?