Sweet Spencer, gentle Baldock, part we must! [Throws off his disguise. Father, farewell! Leicester, thou stay'st for me, [Exeunt KING EDWARD and LEICESTER. Bald. Spencer, I see our souls are fleeting hence; To die, sweet Spencer, therefore live we all; Rice. Come, come, keep these preachments till you come to the place appointed. You, and such as you are, have made wise work in England; will your lordships away? Mow. Your lordship, I trust, will remember me? Rice. Remember thee, fellow! what else? Follow me to the town. [Exeunt. ACT V SCENE I.IN KENILWORTH CASTLE Enter KING EDWARD, LEICESTER, the BISHOP of WINCHESTER, and L TRUSSEL. EICES. Be patient, good my lord, cease to lament, Imagine Killingworth Castle were your court, And that you lay for pleasure here a space, Not of compulsion or necessity. K. Edw. Leicester, if gentle words might comfort me, Thy speeches long ago had eased my sorrows; For kind and loving hast thou always been. The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck, Runs to an herb that closeth up the wounds; 1 Dittany, a species of Origanum. Elizabethan poets often allude to the supposed virtues of this herb. But, when the imperial lion's flesh is gored, That bleeds within me for this strange exchange. To make usurping Mortimer a king? B. of Win. Your grace mistakes; it is for England's good, And princely Edward's right we crave the crown. K. Edw. No, 'tis for Mortimer, not Edward's head; For he's a lamb, encompassèd by wolves, Which in a moment will abridge his life. But Edward's name survives, though Edward dies. K. Edw. Ah, Leicester, weigh how hardly I can brook To lose my crown and kingdom without cause; To give ambitious Mortimer my right, That like a mountain overwhelms my bliss, 1 Rule. In which extreme my mind here murdered is. [Taking off the crown. Two kings in England can not reign at once. Let never silent night possess this clime : See, monsters, see, I'll wear my own crown again! I [He puts on the crown. What, fear you not the fury of your king? Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts, But that I feel the crown upon my head: Trus. My lord, the parliament must have present news, And therefore say, will you resign or no? [The KING rageth. K. Edw. I'll not resign, but whilst I live be king. [Going with TRUSSEL. Leices. Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair; For if they go, the prince shall lose his right. K. Edw. Call thou them back, I have no power to speak. Leices. My lord, the king is willing to resign. B. of Win. If he be not, let him choose. K. Edw. O would I might! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable! Here receive my crown; Receive it? no, these innocent hands of mine He of you all that most desires my blood, And Isabel, whose eyes, being turned to steel, Now, sweet God of Heaven, Make me despise this transitory pomp, And sit for aye enthronized in Heaven! [Gives the crown. Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes, Or if I live, let me forget myself. B. of Win. My lord K. Edw. Call me not lord; away-out of my sight: Ah, pardon me: grief makes me lunatic ! Than his embracements. Bear this to the queen, [Gives a handkerchief. If with the sight thereof she be not moved, Trus. And thus most humbly do we take our leave. [Exeunt the BISHOP of WINCHESTER and TRUSSEL. Will be my death; and welcome shall it be; To wretched men, death is felicity. Enter BERKELEY, who gives a paper to LEICESTER. Leices. Another post! what news brings he K. Edw. Such news as I expect - come, Berkeley, come, Tell thy message to my naked breast. Berk. My lord, think not a thought so villainous Can harbour in a man of noble birth. To do your highness service and devoir, And save you from your foes, Berkeley would die. Leices. My lord, the council of the queen commands That I resign my charge. K. Edw. And who must keep me now? Must you, my lord? Berk. Ay, my most gracious lord so 'tis decreed. K. Edw. [taking the paper]. By Mortimer, whose name is written here ! Well may I rend his name that rends my heart! Hear me, immortal Jove, and grant it too! [Tears it. Berk. Your grace must hence with me to Berkeley straight. K. Edw. Whither you will; all places are alike, And every earth is fit for burial. Leices. Favour him, my lord, as much as lieth in you. And that's the cause that I am now removed. Berk. And thinks your grace that Berkeley will be cruel? K. Edw. I know not; but of this am I assured, That death ends all, and I can die but once. Leicester, farewell! Leices. Not yet, my lord; I'll bear you on your way. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-AN APARTMENT IN THE ROYAL PALACE Y. Mor. Fair Isabel, now have we our desire; Be ruled by me, and we will rule the realm. Q. Isab. Sweet Mortimer, the life of Isabel, |