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• Publisher's Notice
• To My Worthy Friend , Master Thomas Hammon, of Gray's Inn , &c.
• Persons Represented.
• The Jew of Malta.
• Act the First.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Act the Second.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Act the Third.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act the Fourth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act the Fifth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Edward the Second.
• Act the First.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act the Second.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Act the Third.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Act the Fourth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act the Fifth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• The Massacre At Paris.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Scene VII.
• Scene VIII.
• Scene IX.
• Scene X.
• Scene XI.
• Scene XII.
• Scene XIII.
• Scene XIV.
• Scene XV.
• Scene XVI.
• Scene XVII.
• Scene XVIII.
• Scene XIX.
• Scene XX.
• Scene XXI.
• Scene XXII.
• Scene XXIII.
• Scene XXIV.
• The Tragedy of Dido, Queen of Carthage.
• Act I.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Act II.
• Scene I.
• Act III.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene Iii
• Scene IV.
• Scene V
• Act V.
• Scene I.

SCENE V.

Enter1 the King,Baldock, and YoungSpencer, flying about the stage.

Y. Spen.

• Fly, fly, my lord! the queen is over-strong;
• Her friends do multiply, and yours do fail.
• Shape we our course to Ireland, there to breathe.

Edw.

• What! was I born to fly and run away,
• And leave the Mortimers conquerors behind?
• Give me my horse, and let's re'nforce our troops:
• And in this bed of honour die with fame.

Bald.

• O no, my lord, this princely resolution
• Fits not the time; away! we are pursued.
• [Exeunt.
• Enter Kent alone, with his sword and target.

Kent.

• This way he fled, but I am come too late.

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• Edward, alas! my heart relents for thee.
• Proud traitor, Mortimer, why dost thou chase
• Thy lawful king, thy sovereign, with thy sword?
• Vild wretch! and why hast thou, of all unkind,
• Borne arms against thy brother and thy king?
• Rain showers of vengeance on my cursèd head,
• Thou God, to whom in justice it belongs
• To punish this unnatural revolt!
• Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life!
• O fly him, then! but, Edmund, calm this rage,

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• Dissemble, or thou diest; for Mortimer
• And Isabel do kiss, while they conspire:
• And yet she bears a face of love forsooth.
• Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate!
• Edmund, away; Bristow to Longshanks' blood
• Is false; be not found single for suspect:
• Proud Mortimer pries near unto thy walks.
• Enter the Queen,Mortimer, the Young Prince, and SirJohnHainault.

Queen.

• Successful1 battle gives the God of kings
• To them that fight in right, and fear his wrath.
• Since then successfully we have prevailed,

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• Thankèd be heaven's great architect, and you.
• Ere farther we proceed, my noble lords,
• We here create our well-belovèd son,
• Of love and care unto his royal person,
• Lord Warden of the realm, and sith the fates
• Have made his father so infortunate,
• Deal you, my lords, in this, my loving lords,
• As to your wisdoms fittest seems in all.

Kent.

• Madam, without offence, if I may ask,
• How will you deal with Edward in his fall?

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Prince.

• Tell me, good uncle, what Edward do you mean?

Kent.

• Nephew, your father: I dare not call him king.

Mor.

• My lord of Kent, what needs these questions?
• 'Tis not in her controlment, nor in ours,
• But as the realm and parliament shall please,
• So shall your brother be disposèd of.—
• I like not this relenting mood in Edmund.
• Madam, 'tis good to look to him betimes.
• [Aside to the Queen.

Queen.

• My lord, the Mayor of Bristow knows our mind.

Y. Mor.

• Yea, madam, and they scape not easily

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• That fled the field.

Queen.

• Baldock is with the king.
• A goodly chancellor, is he not, my lord?

Sir J.

• So are the Spencers, the father and the son.

Kent.1

• This Edward is the ruin of the realm.

“Kent.

• This, Edward, is the ruin, &c.
• [To the Prince.”
• Enter RiceapHowell, and the MayorofBristow, with the ElderSpencer prisoner.

Rice.

• God save Queen Isabel, and her princely son!
• Madam, the mayor and citizens of Bristow,
• In sign of love and duty to this presence,
• Present by me this traitor to the state,
• Spencer, the father to that wanton Spencer,
• That, like the lawless Catiline of Rome,

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• Revelled in England's wealth and treasury.

Queen.

• We thank you all.

Y. Mor.

• Your loving care in this
• Deserveth princely favours and rewards.
• But where's the king and the other Spencer fled?

Rice.

• Spencer the son, created Earl of Gloucester,
• Is with that smooth-tongued scholar Baldock gone,
• And shipped but late for Ireland with the king.

Y. Mor.

• Some whirlwind fetch them back or sink them all!
• [Aside.
• They shall be started thence, I doubt it not.

Prince.

• Shall I not see the king my father yet?

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Kent.

• Unhappy 's Edward, chased from England's bounds.
• [Aside.

Sir J.

• Madam, what resteth, why stand you in a muse?

Queen.

• I rue my lord's ill-fortune; but alas!
• Care of my country called me to this war.

Y. Mor.

• Madam, have done with care and sad complaint;
• Your king hath wronged your country and himself,
• And we must seek to right it as we may.
• Meanwhile, have hence this rebel to the block.

E. Spen.

• Rebel is he that fights against the prince;
• So fought not they that fought in Edward's right.

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Y. Mor.

• Take him away, he prates; you, Rice ap Howell,
• Shall do good service to her majesty,
• Being of countenance in your country here,
• To follow these rebellious runagates.
• We in meanwhile, madam, must take advice,
• How Baldock, Spencer, and their complices,
• May in their fall be followed to their end.
• [Exeunt omnes.

[1]Scene: the neighbourhood of Bristol.

[1]So ed. 1622.—Eds. 1598, 1612, “successfulls.”

[1]As in Kent determined to “dissemble,” I have not changed the prefix of the old eds. Dyce gives the words to Y. Mor. Mr. Fleay prints—