Berk. Your grace must hence with me to Berkeley straight.
Edw. Whither you will, all places are alike, And every earth is fit for burial.
Leices. Favour him, my lord, as much as lieth in you.
Berk. Even so betide my soul as I use him.
Edw. Mine enemy hath pitied my estate, And that's the cause that I am now removed.150
Berk. And thinks your grace that Berkeley will be cruel?
Edw. I know not; but of this am I assured, That death ends all, and I can die but once. Leicester, farewell!
Leices. Not yet, my lord; I'll bear you on your way. [Exeunt omnes.
SCENE II.
Enter [311] Mortimer and Queen Isabel.