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Enter King Edward and Archbishop of Canterbury.
Edward.
Goodwin's bold daring does not much surprize me;
For he's of sullen and ungodly spirit:
But that my people in such num'rous throngs
Should join the rebel, grieves me. I have reigned
By thy strict rule—my wealth I do not hold
But to the glory of the church—her wants
I have supply'd with willing hand—her sons
I do esteem my brethren: then will Heav'n
Leave me to my licentious foes?
Canterbury.
Rely
On Heav'n with strongest faith, and murmur not;
For discontent is oft times reprobation.
Enter Leofricke.
Leofricke.
My gracious liege, I must attend you where
The Saxon duke with all his daring sons
Await your presence: hostages are given,
Tend'ring your safety.
Edward.
What are their conditions?
Leofricke.
We know not yet.
Edward.
Are all thy pow'rs compleat?
Leofricke.
They are, great Sire—but all your Nobles wish
To spare th'effusion of your subjects blood.
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I yield to Heav'n! and now if horrid war
Sweep off whole millions, I should think it meant
But as a chastisement for our great sins.
The body of my people is too proud,
Voluptuous to excess; nor e'er content
With necessary comfort.
Canterbury.
No—they call
Loudly for liberty: their threats have reach'd
Our pious King; and monarchy now reels.
Leofricke.
May I conduct your Majesty.
Edward.
Lead on.
[Exeunt.
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