Enter Soldiers, with the Earl of Kent prisoner.
Y. Mor. What traitor have we there with blades and bills?
Sol. Edmund, the Earl of Kent.
King. What hath he done?
Sol. 'A would have taken the king away perforce, As we were bringing him to Killingworth.
Y. Mor. Did you attempt his rescue, Edmund? speak.
Kent. Mortimer, I did; he is our king, And thou compell'st this prince to wear the crown.
Y. Mor. Strike off his head, he shall have martial law.
Kent. Strike off my head! base traitor, I defy thee.
King. My lord, he is my uncle, and shall live.90