Rice. As good be gone, as stay and be benighted.
Edw. A litter hast thou? lay me in a hearse, And to the gates of hell convey me hence; Let Pluto's bells ring out my fatal knell, And hags howl for my death at Charon's shore, For friend hath Edward none, but these and these: [299]90 And these must die under a tyrant's sword.
Rice. My lord, be going; care not for these, For we shall see them shorter by the heads.
Edw. Well, that shall be, shall be: part we must! Sweet Spencer, gentle Baldock, part we must! Hence feignèd weeds! unfeignèd are my woes; [Casts off his disguise. Father, farewell! Leicester, thou stay'st for me, And go I must. Life, farewell, with my friends. [Exeunt Edward and Leicester.
Y. Spen. O! is he gone? is noble Edward gone? Parted from hence? never to see us more?100 Rent, sphere of heaven! and, fire, forsake thy orb! Earth, melt to air! gone is my sovereign, Gone, gone, alas! never to make return.
Bald. Spencer, I see our souls are fleeting hence; We are deprived the sunshine of our life: Make for a new life, man; throw up thy eyes, And heart and hands to heaven's immortal throne; Pay nature's debt with cheerful countenance; Reduce we all our lessons unto this, To die, sweet Spencer, therefore live we all;110 Spencer, all live to die, and rise to fall.
Rice. [300] Come, come, keep these preachments till you come to the place appointed. You, and such as you are, have made wise work in England; will your lordships away?
Mow. Your Lordship, I trust, will remember me?
Rice. Remember thee? Fellow, what else? Follow me to the town. [Exeunt.