Sir J. So are the Spencers, the father and the son.
Kent. [292] This Edward is the ruin of the realm.
Enter Rice ap Howell, and the Mayor of Bristow, with Old Spencer prisoner.
Rice. God save queen Isabel, and her princely son! Madam, the mayor and citizens of Bristow, In sign of love and duty to this presence, Present by me this traitor to the state, Spencer, the father to that wanton Spencer, That, like the lawless Catiline of Rome,60 Revelled in England's wealth and treasury.
Queen. We thank you all.
Y. Mor. Your loving care in this Deserveth princely favours and rewards. But where's the king and the other Spencer fled?
Rice. Spencer the son, created Earl of Gloucester, Is with that smooth-tongued scholar Baldock gone, And shipped but late for Ireland with the king.
Y. Mor. Some whirlwind fetch them back or sink them all! [Aside. They shall be started thence, I doubt it not.
Prince. Shall I not see the king my father yet?70
Kent. Unhappy 's Edward, chased from England's bounds. [Aside.