ws of Edward's death.
_Light._ That will I quickly do. Farewell, my lord. [_Exit._
_Y. Mor._ The prince I rule, the queen do I command,
And with a lowly conge to the ground
The proudest lords salute me as I pass;
I seal, I cancel, I do what I will.
Fear'd am I more than lov'd;--let me be fear'd,
And, when I frown, make all the court look pale.
I view the prince with Aristarchus' eyes,
Whose looks were as a breeching to a boy.
They thrust upon me the protectorship,
And sue to me for that that I desire;
While at the council-table, grave enough,
And not unlike a bashful puritan,
First I complain of imbecility,
Saying it is _onus quam gravissimum;_
Till, being interrupted by my friends,
_Suscepi_ that _provinciam_, as they term it;
And, to conclude, I am Protector now.
Now all is sure: the queen and Mortimer
Shall rule the realm, the king; and none rule us.
Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance;
And what I list command who dare control?
_Major sum quam cui possit fortuna nocere:_
And that this be the coronation-day,
It pleaseth me and Isabel the queen. [_Trumpets within._
The trumpets sound; I must go take my place.

_Enter_ KING EDWARD THE THIRD, QUEEN ISABELLA, _the_
ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, Champion, _and_ Nobles.

_Archb. of Cant._ Long live King Edward, by the grace of God
King of England and Lord of Ireland!
_Cham._ If any Christian, Heathen, Turk, or Jew,
Dares but affirm that Edward's not true king,
And will avouch his saying with the sword,
I am the Champion that will combat him.
_Y. Mor._ None comes: sound, trumpets! [_Trumpets._
_K. Edw. Third._ Champion, here's to thee. [_Gives purse._
_Q. Isab._ Lord Mortimer, now take him to your charge.

_Enter_ Soldiers _with_ KENT _prisoner._

_Y. Mor._ What traitor have we there with blades and bills?
_First Sold._ Edmund the Earl of Kent.
_K. Edw. Third._ What hath he done?
_First Sold._ 'A would have taken the king away perforce,
As we were bringing him to Killingworth.
_Y. Mor._ Did you attempt his rescue, Edmund? speak.
_Kent._ Mortimer, I did: he is our king,
And thou compell'st this prince to wear the crown.
_Y. Mor._ Strike off his head: he shall have martial law.
_Kent._ Strike off my head! base traitor, I defy thee!
_K. Edw. Third._ My lord, he is my uncle, and shall li