Queen. Brother, you know it is impossible.
Prince. Why, is he dead?
Queen. No, God forbid.
Kent. I would those words proceeded from your heart.100
Y. Mor. Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him, That wast a cause of his imprisonment?
Kent. The more cause have I now to make amends.
Y. Mor. I tell thee, 'tis not meet that one so false Should come about the person of a prince. My lord, he hath betrayed the king his brother, And therefore trust him not.
Prince. But he repents, and sorrows for it now.
Queen. Come, son, and go with this gentle lord and me.
Prince. With you I will, but not with Mortimer.110