［SCENE III］〖Battlefield at Boroughbridge in Yorkshire〗
Re-enter KING EDWARD, the Elder SPENCER, Young
SPENCER, and Noblemen of the KING’S side
K. EDW. Why do we sound retreat? Upon them, lords!
This day I shall pour vengeance with my sword
On those proud rebels that are up in arms
And do confront and countermand their king.
Y. SPEN. I doubt it not, my lord, right will prevail.
E. SPEN. ’Tis not amiss, my liege, for either part
To breathe awhile; our men, with sweat and dust
All choked well near, begin to faint for heat;
And this retire refresheth horse and man.
Y. SPEN. Here come the rebels.
Enter Young MORTIMER, LANCASTER, WARWICK,
PEMBROKE, and others.
Y. MOR. Look, Lancaster, yonder is Edward
Among his flatterers.
LAN.And there let him be
Till he pay dearly for their company.
WAR. And shall, or Warwick’s sword shall smite in vain.
K. EDW. What, rebels, do you shrink and sound retreat?
Y. MOR. No, Edward, no; thy flatterers faint and fly.
LAN. They’d best betimes forsake thee, and their trains,〖Plots.〗
For they’ll betray thee, traitors as they are.
Y. SPEN. Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster!
PEM. Away, base upstart, bravest thou nobles thus?
E. SPEN. A noble attempt and honourable deed,
Is it not, trow ye, to assemble aid,
And levy arms against your lawful king!
K. EDW. For which ere long their heads shall satisfy,
To appease the wrath of their offended king.
Y. MOR. Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last,
And rather bathe thy sword in subjects’ blood,
Than banish that pernicious company?
K. EDW. Ay, traitors all, rather than thus be brav’d,
Make England’s civil towns huge heaps of stones,
And ploughs to go about our palace-gates.
WAR. A desperate and unnatural resolution!
Alarum! To the fight!
St. George for England, and the barons’ right!
K. EDW. Saint George for England, and King Edward’s right!
［Alarums. Exeunt the two parties severally.］