_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, 60 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? 70 _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. _O. Spen._ Rebel is he that fights against the prince; So fought not they that fought in Edward's right. 80 _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._ SCENE VI. _Enter_[293] _the_ Abbot, Monks, EDWARD, YOUNG SPENCER, _and_ BALDOCK. _Abbot._ Have you no doubt, my lord; have you no fear; As silent and as careful we will be, To keep your royal person safe with us, Free from suspect, and fell invasion Of such as have your majesty in chase, Yourself, and those your chosen company, As danger of this stormy time requires.