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Light. Nay, you shall pardon me; none shall Cham. If any Christian, Heathen, Turk, or know my tricks.

Jew, Y. Mor. I care not how it is, so it be not spied. Dares but affirm that Edward's not true king, Deliver this to Gurney and Matrevis :

And will avouch his saying with the sword, [Gives letter.

I am the Champion that will combat him. At every ten-mile end * thou hast a horse :

Y. Mor. None comes : sound, trumpets ! Take this (Gives money] : away, and never see me

[Trumpele. more!

K. Edw. Third. Champion, here's to thee. Light. No?

[Gives purae. Y. Mor. No; unless thou bring me news of

Isab. Lord Mortimer, now take him to your Edward's death.

charge. Light. That will I quickly do. Farewell, my lord.

[Brit. Y. Mor. The prince I rule, the queen do I

Bnter Soldiers with KENT prisoner. command,

Y. Mor. What traitor have we there with And with a lowly congè to the ground

blades and bills? The proudest lords salute me as I pass;

First Sold. Edmund the Earl of Kent. I seal, I cancel, I do what I will.

K. Edw. Third. What hath he done? Fear'd am I more than lov'd ;-let me be fear'd,

Pirst Sold. 'A would have taken the king away And, when I frown, make all the court look pale.

perforce, I view the prince with Aristarchus' eyes,

As we were bringing him to Killingworth. Whose looks were as a breeching + to a boy.

Y. Mor. Did you attempt his rescue, Edmund? They thrust upon me the protectorship,

speak. And sue to me for that that I desire;

Kent. Mortimer, I did: he is our king, While at the council-table, grave enough,

And thou compell'st this prince to wear the And not unlike a bashful puritan,

crown. First I complain of imbecility,

Y. Mor. Strike off his bead: he shall have Saying it is onus quam gravissimum ;

martial law. Till, being interrupted by my friends,

Kent. Strike off my head! base traitor, I defy Suscepi that provinciam, as they term it;

thee ! And, to conclude, I am Protector now.

K. Edw. Third. My lord, he is my uncle, and Now is all sure: the queen and Mortimer

shall live. Shall rule the realm, the king; and none rule # us.

Y. Mor. My lord, he is your enemy, and shall Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance;

die. And what I list command who dare control ?

Kent. Stay, villains ! Major sum & quàm cui possit fortuna nocere :

K. Edw. Third. Sweet mother, if I cannot And that this be the coronation-day,

pardon him, It pleaseth me and Isabel the queen.

Entreat my Lord Protector for his life. [Trumpets within.

Q. Isab. Son, be content: I dare not speak a The trumpets sound; I must go take my

word. place.ll

K. Edw. Third. Nor I; and yet methinks I Enter Kixg EDWARD THE THIRD, QUEEN ISABELLA, the

should command :
OF CANTERBURY, I Champion, and

But, seeing I cannot, I'll entreat for him.-
Archb. of Cant. Long live King Edward, by I will requite it when I come to age.

My lord, if you will let my uncle live,
the grace of God

Y. Mor. 'Tis for your highness' good and for King of England and Lord of Ireland !

the realm's. * mile end) So 4tos 1598, 1612.—2to 1622 “miles end." How often shall I bid you bear him hepce? t breeching) i. e. whipping.

Kent. Art thou king?* must I die at thy I rule) Old eds. "rules."

command? § Major sum, &c.] Ovid,-Met. vi. 195. || I must go take my place) Surely, a change of scene is

Y. Mor. At our command.- Once more, away supposed here.

with him! | the Archbishop of Canterbury] Old eds.“ Bishop." (So in an early scene of the play, p. 186, the old eds. have “ Enter the Bishop of Canterburie.")

* thou king) So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "Chou a king."


not go :


Kent. Let me but stay and speak; I will Light. Know you this token? I must have

the king

[Gives token. * Either my brother or his son is king,

Mat. Ay, stay a while; thou shalt have answer And none of both them * thirst for Edmund's straight.blood :

This villain's sent to make away the king.
And therefore, soldiers, wbither will you hale me? Gur. I thought as much.

[Soldiers hale KENT away, and carry him to be Mat. And, when the murder's done,

See how he must be handled for his labour,K. Edw. Third. What safety may I look for at

Pereat iste! Let him have the king; his hands,

What else ?-Here is the keys, this is the lake : If that my uncle shall be murder'd thus?

Do as you are commanded by my lord. Q. Isab. Fear not, sweet boy; I'll guard thee

Light. I know what I must do. Get you away: from thy foes :

Yet be not far off; I shall need your help: Had Edmund liv'd, he would have sought thy see that in the next room I have a fire, death.

And get me a spit, and let it be red-hot. Come, son, we'll ride a-hunting in the park.

Mat. Very well. K. Edw. Third. And shall my uncle Edmund

Gur. Need you any thing besides ? ride with us?

Light. What else ? a table and a feather-bed. Q. Isab. He is a traitor; think not on him : Gur. That's all ?


Light. Ay, ay: so, when I call you, bring it in.

Mat. Fear not thou that.

Gur. Here's a light to go into the dungeon. Mat. Gurney, I wonder the king dies not,

[Gives light to LIGHTBORN, and then exit with

MATREVIS. Being in a vault up to the knees in water,

Light. So, nowt To which the channels I of the castle run,

Must I about this gear: ne'er was there any From whence a damp continually ariseth,

So finely handled as this king shall be.That were enough to poison any man,

Foh, here's a place indeed, with all my heart ! Much more a king, brought up so tenderly.

K. Edw. Who's there? what light is that? Gur. And so do I, Matrevis : yesternight

wherefore com'st thou ? I open'd but the door to throw him meat,

Light. To comfort you, and bring you joyful And I was almost stifled with the savour. Mat. He bath a body able to endure

K. Edw. Small comfort finds poor Edward in More than we can inflict: and therefore now

thy looks : Let us assail his mind another while.

Villain, I know thou com'st to murder me. Gur. Send for him out thence, and I will anger

Light. To murder you, my most gracious lord ! bim.

Far is it from my heart to do you harm. Mat. But stay; who's this ?

The queen sent me to see how you were us'd,

For she relents at this your misery :

And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, Light. My Lord Protector greets you.

To see a king in this most piteous state ? [Gives letter,

K. Edw. Weep'st thou already? list a while to Gur. What's here? I know not how to con

me, strue it.

And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, Mat. Gurney, it was left unpointed for the Or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus, nonce ; ||

Yet will it melt ere I have done my tale. Edwardum occidere nolite timere,

This dungeon where they keep me is the sink That's his meaning.

Wherein the filth of all the castle falls.

Light. O villains ! * them) So 4tos 1598, 1622.-2to 1612 "then,"

Enter Matrevis, &c.] Scene, a hall in Berkeley-Castle (Lightborn presently speaks of "the next room").

* Gives token) See p. 217, sec. col , v. 19. I channels] i. e. kennels.

+ So, now, &c.] Here a change of scene is supposed, -to $ castle run) So 4to 1598.-2to 1612 “Bastell runne." the dungeon in which Edward is confined. The actor 2to 1022" Bastell runs."

who personated Lightborn most probably drow a curtain, Il for the nonce) i, e. for tbe occasion.

and discovered the captive king.


my heart.

K. Edw. And there, in mire and puddle, have I K. Edw. But that grief keeps me waking, I stood

should sleep; This ten days' space; and, lest that I should For not these ten days have these eye-lids* sleep,

cloa'd. One plays continually upon a drum;

Now, as I speak, they fall; and yet with fear They give me bread and water, being a king; Open again. O, wherefore sitt'st thou here! So that, for want of sleep and sustenance,

Light. If you mistrust me, I'll be gone, my My mind's distemper'd, and my body's numb'd,

lord. And whether I have limbs or no I know not. K. Edw. No, no; for, if thou mean'st to O, would my blood dropp'd out from every vein, murder me, As doth this water from my tatter'd * robes ! Thou wilt return again; and therefore stay. Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus,

(Sleepe. When for her sake I ran at tilt in France,

Light. He sleeps. And there unbors’d the Duke of Cleremont. K. Edw. [waking] 0, let me not die yet! O, Light. O, speak no more, my lord! this breaks

stay a while! +

Light. How now, my lord ! Lie on this bed,+ and rest yourself a while.

K. Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears, K. Edw. These looks of thine can harbour And tells me, if I sleep, I never wake: naught but death;

This fear is that which makes me tremble thus; I see my tragedy written in thy brows.

And therefore tell me, wberefore art thou come? Yet stay a while; forbear thy bloody hand,

Light. To rid thee of thy life.—Matrevis, And let me see the stroke before it comes,

come! That even then I when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.

Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY. Light. What means your highness to mistrust R. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist.me thus?

Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul! K. Edw. What mean'st thou to dissemble with Light. Run for the table. me thus?

K. Edw. O, spare me, or despatch me in a Light. These hands were never stain'd with

trice! innocent blood,

(MATREVIS brings in a table. KiNG EDWARD is Nor shall they now be tainted with a king's.

murdered I by holding him down on the bed

with the table, and stamping on it. K. Edw. Forgive my thought for having such a thought.

Light. So, lay the table down, and stamp on it, One jewel have I left; receive thou this:

But not too hard, lest that you bruise his body. (Giving jewel.

Mat. I fear me that this cry will raise the Still fear I, and I know not what's the cause,


And therefore let us take horse and away.
But every joint shakes as I give it thee.
O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart,

Light. Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely done? Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul!

Gur. Excellent well : take this for thy reward.

(Stabs LIGHTBORN, who dies. Know that I am a king: 0, at that name I feel a hell of grief! where is my crown?

Come, let us cast the body in the moat, Gone, gone! and do I (still] remain alive ?

Aud bear the king's to Mortimer our lord : Light. You're overwatch'd, my lord : lie down


[Exeunt with the bodies. and rest.

Enter the younger MORTIMER § and MATREVIS.

Y. Mor. Is't done, Matrevis, and the murderer * tatter'd] So 4tos 1598, 1612.-2to 1622 “ tottered." See

dead ? note 1, p. 170.

Lie on this bed) From the account which the king has just given of his dungeon, we may certainly conclude * eye-lids) So 4to 1622.—2tos 1598, 1612, "eies lids." that a bed was not part of its furniture. Therefore “this + 0, let me not die yet! 0, stay a while !) So 4to 1622. bed" must be the "feather-bed" which has been men. 2tos 1598, 1612, 0 let me not die, ya stay, 0 stay a while." tioned at p. 219, sec. col., and which is presently used in King Edward is murdered, &c.) See note t, preceding murdering the king. It was, no doubt,, thrust upon the col. The “red-hot spit," mentioned in p. 219, sec. col., stage from the wing, after the exit of Gurney and would seem not to have been produced before the audiMatrevis.

ence. That even then] Old eds. "That and even then."

& Enter the younger Mortimer, &c.) Scene, an apartment § alive) So 4to 1598.-Not in 4tos 1612, 1622.

in the royal palace.

Mat. Ay, my good lord: I would it were R. Edw. Third, Forbid not me to weep; he was undone!

my father ; Y. Mor. Matrevis, if thou now grow'st And, had you lov'd him half so well as I, penitent,

You could not bear his death thus patiently: I'll be thy ghostly father; therefore choose, But you, I fear, conspir'd with Mortimer. Whether thou wilt be secret t in this,

First Lord. Why speak you not unto my lord Or else die by the hand of Mortimer.

the king ? Mat. Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fear, Y. Mor. Because I think scorn* to be accus'd. Betray us both; therefore let me fly.

Who is the man dares say I murder'd him? Y. Mor. Fly to the savages !

K. Edw. Third. Traitor, in me my loving father Mat. I humbly thank your honour. [Exit. speaks, Y. Mor. As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge And plainly saith, 'twas thou that murder'dst tree,

him. And others are but shrubs compar'd to me:

Y. Mor. But hath your grace no other proof All tremble at my name, and I fear none :

than this? Let's see who dare impeach me for his death! R. Edw. Third. Yes, if this be the hand of


[Shewing letter. Enter QUEEN ISABELLA.

Y. Mor. False Gurney hath betray'd me and

himself. (A side to QUEEN ISABELLA. Q. Isab. Ah, Mortimer, the king my son hath

Q. Isab. I fear'd as much : murder can not be news,

hid. His father's dead, and we have murder'd him !

Y. Mor. It is my hand; what gather you by Y. Mor. What if he have? the king is yet a

this? child.

K. Edw. Third. That thither thou didst send a Q. Isab. Ay, but I he tears his hair, and wrings

murderer. his hands,

Y. Mor. What murderer ? bring forth the man And vows to be reveng'd upon us both.

I sent. Into the council-chamber he is gone,

K. Edw. Third. Ah, Mortimer, thou know'st To crave the aid and succour of his peers.

that he is slain ! Ay me, see where he comes, and they with him!

And so shalt thou be too. - Why stays he Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy.


Bring him unto a hurdle, drag him forth; Enter King EDWARD THE THIRD, Lords, and Attendants.

Hang him, I say, and set his quarters up: First Lord. Fear not, my lord; know that you But bring his head back presently to me. are a king.

Q. Isab. For my sake, sweet son, pity K. Edw. Third. Villain !

Mortimer! Y. Mor. Ho, s now, my lord !

Y. Mor. Madam, entreat not: I will rather K. Edw. Third. Think not that I am frighted

die with thy words:

Than sue for life unto a paltry boy. My father's murder'd through thy treachery; K. Edw. Third. Hence with the traitor, with And thou shalt die, and on his mournful hearse

the murderer! Thy hateful and accursèd head shall lie,

Y. Mor. Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy To witness to the world that by thy means

wheel His kingly body was too soon interr'd.

There is a point, to which when men aspire, Isab. Weep not, sweet son.

They tumble headlong down: that point I

touch'd, now) So 4to 1598.-Not in 4tos 1612, 1622.

And, seeing there was no place to mount up secret) is a trisyllable here.

higher, * Ay, but) Old eds. “I, I (i. e. Ay, ay), but."

Why should I grieve at my declining fall ?& Ho] i. e. Stop, hold. (compare Shakespeare and

Farewell, fair queen : weep not for Mortimer, Fletcher's Two Noble Kinsmen : "Lie with her, if she ask you.

That scorns the world, and, as a traveller,
Jailer. Ho, there, doctor!"

Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Act v. sc. 2,-Beaumont and Fletcher's Works,

xi. 422, ed. Dyce.)
bo 4to 1598.—2tos 1612, 1622, " How."

* think scorn) Qy. "think it scorn" ?

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K. Edw. Third. What, suffer you the traitor to delay? [Brit the younger MORTIMER with First Lord

and some of the Attendants. Q. Isab. As thou receivèdest thy life from me, Spill not the blood of gentle Mortimer! K. Edw. Third. This argues that you spilt my

father's blood,
Else would you not entreat for Mortimer.

Q. Isab. I spill his blood ! no.*
K. Edw. Third. Ay, madam, you; for so the

rumour runs. Q. Isab. That rumour is untrue : for loving

thee, Is this report rais'd on poor Isabel.

K. Edw. Third. I do not think her so unnatural. Sec. Lord. My lord, I fear me it will prove too

true. K. Edw. Third. Mother, you are suspected for

his death, And therefore we commit you to the Tower, Till further trial may be made thereof. If you be guilty, though I be your son, Think not to find me slack or pitiful. Q. Isab. Nay, to my death; for too long have

I liv'd, Whenast my son thinks to abridge my days. K. Edw. Third. Away with her! her words

enforce these tears, And I shall pity her, if she speak again. Q. Isab. Shall I not mourn for my beloved

lord ?

Re-enter First Lord, with the head of the younger MORTIMER. First Lord. My lord, here is the head of

Mortimer. K. Edw. Third. Go fetch my father's hearse,

where it shall lie; And bring my funeral robes.

(E.reunt Attendants.

Accursed head, Could I have rul'd thee then, as I do now, Thou hadst not batch'd this monstrous

treachery!Here comes the hearse : help me to mourn, my


Re-enter Attendants, with the hearse and funeral robes. Sweet father, here unto thy murder'd ghost I offer up this wicked traitor's head; And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes, Be witness of my grief and innocency. (Ereunt.

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