Souldiers, let me but talke to him one worde.

Lay downe your weapons, traitors, yeeld the king.

Matrevis. Edmund, yeeld thou thy self, or thou shalt die.

Base villaines, wherefore doe you gripe mee thus ?

Where is the court but heere, heere is the king,

And I will visit him, why stay you me?

O miserable is that commonweale,

Where lords keepe courts, and kings are lockt in prison!

I, lead me whether you will, even to my death,

Seeing that my brother cannot be releast.