_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, Spenser, the father to that wanton Spenser, That, like the lawless Catiline of Rome, Revell'd in England's wealth and treasury. _Isab._ We thank you all. _Y. Mor._ Your loving care in this Deserveth princely favours and rewards. But where's the king and the other Spenser fled? _Rice._ Spenser the son, created Earl of Glocester, Is with that smooth-tongu'd scholar Baldock gone, And shipp'd 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. _P. Edw._ Shall I not see the king my father yet? _Kent._ Unhappy Edward, chas'd from England's bounds! [_Aside._ _Sir J._ Madam, what resteth? why stand you in a muse? _Q. Isab._ I rue my lord's ill-fortune: but, alas, Care of my country call'd me to this war! _Y. Mor._ Madam, have done with care and sad complaint: Your king hath wrong'd 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. _Y. Mor._ Take him away; he prates. [_Exeunt Attendants with the elder Spenser._ You, Rice ap Howel, Shall do good service to her majesty, Being of countenance in your country here, To follow these rebellious runagates.-- We in mean while, madam, must take advice. How Baldock, Spenser, and their complices, May in their fall be follow'd to their end. [_Exeunt._ _Enter the_ Abbot, Monks, KING EDWARD, _the younger_ SPENSER, _and_ BALDOCK (_the three latter disguised_).