Y. Mor. Why, youngling, 'sdain'st thou so of Mortimer? Then I will carry thee by force away.
Prince. Help, uncle Kent, Mortimer will wrong me.
Queen. Brother Edmund, strive not; we are his friends; Isabel is nearer than the Earl of Kent.
Kent. Sister, Edward is my charge, redeem him.
Queen. Edward is my son, and I will keep him.
Kent. Mortimer shall know that he hath wrongèd me!— Hence will I haste to Killingworth Castle, And rescue aged Edward from his foes,120 To be revenged on Mortimer and thee. [Aside. [Exeunt omnes.
SCENE III.
Enter [319] Matrevis and Gurney with the King.
Mat. My lord, be not pensive, we are your friends; Men are ordained to live in misery, Therefore come,—dalliance dangereth our lives.
Edw. Friends, whither must unhappy Edward go? Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest? Must I be vexèd like the nightly bird, Whose sight is loathsome to all wingèd fowls? When will the fury of his mind assuage? When will his heart be satisfied with blood? If mine will serve, unbowel straight this breast,10 And give my heart to Isabel and him; It is the chiefest mark they level at.