Y. Mor. No; Unless thou bring me news of Edward's death.
Light. That will I quickly do; farewell, my lord. [Exit.
Y. Mor. The prince I rule, the queen do I command, And with a lowly congé to the ground, The proudest lords salute me as I pass:50 I seal, I cancel, I do what I will: Feared am I more than loved—let me be feared; And when I frown, make all the court look pale. I view the prince with Aristarchus' eyes, Whose looks were as a breeching to a boy. They thrust upon me the protectorship, And sue to me for that that I desire. While at the council-table, grave enough, And not unlike a bashful puritan, First I complain of imbecility,60 Saying it is onus quam gravissimum; Till being interrupted by my friends, Suscepi that provinciam as they term it; And to conclude, I am Protector now. Now is all sure, the queen and Mortimer Shall rule the realm, the king; and none rules us. Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance; And what I list command who dare control? Major sum quam cui possit fortuna nocere. [324] And that this be the coronation-day,70 It pleaseth me, and Isabel the queen. [Trumpets within. The trumpets sound, I must go take my place.
Enter [325] the Young King, Archbishop, [326] Champion, Nobles, Queen.
Archbishop. Long live King Edward, by the grace of God, King of England, and Lord of Ireland!
Cham. If any Christian, Heathen, Turk, or Jew, Dare but affirm that Edward's not true king, And will avouch his saying with the sword, I am the champion that will combat with him.
Y. Mor. None comes, sound trumpets.
King. Champion, here's to thee. [Gives a purse.
Queen. Lord Mortimer, now take him to your charge.80