The Queenes commission, urgd by Mortimer, [Aside.]
What cannot gallant
Mortimer
with the Queene?
Alas, see where he sits, and hopes unseene,
T'escape their hands that seeke to reave his life:
Too true it is, quem dies vidit veniens superbum,
Hunc dies vidit fugiens jacentem.
But
Lecister
leave to growe so passionate,
Spencer and Baldocke, by no other names,
I arrest you of high treason here,
Stand not on titles, but obay th'arrest,
Tis in the name of Isabell the Queene:
My lord, why droope you thus ?
