Sir. J. Madam, what resteth, why stand you in a muse?
Queen. I rue my lord's ill-fortune; but alas! Care of my country called me to this war.
Y. Mor. Madam, have done with care and sad complaint; Your King hath wronged your country and himself, And we must seek to right it as we may. Meanwhile, have hence this rebel to the block.
O. Spen. Rebel is he that fights against the prince; So fought not they that fought in Edward's right.80
Y. Mor. Take him away, he prates; you, Rice ap Howell, Shall do good service to her majesty, Being of countenance in your country here, To follow these rebellious runagates. We in meanwhile, madam, must take advice, How Baldock, Spencer, and their complices, May in their fall be followed to their end. [Exeunt Omnes.
SCENE VI.
Enter [293] the Abbot, Monks, Edward, Young Spencer, and Baldock.
Abbot. Have you no doubt, my lord; have you no fear; As silent and as careful we will be, To keep your royal person safe with us, Free from suspect, and fell invasion Of such as have your majesty in chase, Yourself, and those your chosen company, As danger of this stormy time requires.
Edw. Father, thy face should harbour no deceit. O! hadst thou ever been a king, thy heart, Pierced deeply with [a] sense of my distress,10 Could not but take compassion of my state. Stately and proud, in riches and in train, Whilom I was, powerful, and full of pomp: But what is he whom rule and empery Have not in life or death made miserable? Come, Spencer; come, Baldock, come, sit down by me; Make trial now of that [294] philosophy, That in our famous nurseries of arts Thou suck'dst from Plato and from Aristotle. Father, this life contemplative is heaven.20 O that I might this life in quiet lead! But we, alas! are chased; and you, my friends, Your lives and my dishonour they pursue. Yet, gentle monks, for treasure, gold nor fee, Do you betray us and our company.
Monk. Your grace may sit secure, if none but we Do wot of your abode.