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Which in a moment will abridge his life.

Which thoughts are martyrèd with endless But, if proud Mortimer do wear this crown,

torments; Heavens turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire!* And in this torment comfort find I none, Or, like the snaky wreath of Tisiphon,

But that I feel the crown upon my head; Engirt the temples of his hateful head!

And therefore let me wear it yet a while. So shall not England's vinet be perished,

Trus.* My lord, the parliament must have But Edward's name survive, I though Edward present news; dies.

And therefore say, will you resign or no? Leices. My lord, why waste you thus the time

(The King rageh. away?

K. Edw. I'll not resign, but, whilst I live,+ [be They stay your answer: will you yield your

king) crown?

Traitors, be gone, and join you I with Mortimer K. Edw. Ah, Leicester, weigh how hardly I Elect, conspire, install, do what you will: can brook

Their blood and yours shall seal these treacheries. To lose my crown and kingdom without cause ;

Bish. of Win. This answer we'll return; and To give ambitious Mortimer my right,

so, farewell.

(Gving with TRUSSEL. That, like a mountain, overwhelms my bliss ;

Leices. Call them again, my lord, and speak In wbich extreme s my mind here murder'd is !

them fair; But that the heavens appoint I must obey.

For, if they go, the prince shall lose his right. Here, take my crown; the life of Edward too:

K. Edw. Call thou them back; I have no

(Taking of the crown. power to speak. Two kings in England cannot reign at once. Leices. My lord, the king is willing to resign. But stay a while : let me be || king till night, Bish. of Win. If he be not, let him choose. That I may gaze upon this glittering crown; K. Edw. O, would I might ! but heavens and So shall my eyes receive their last content,

earth conspire My head, the latest honour due to it,

To make me miserable. Here, receive my crown. And jointly both yield up their wished right. Receive it? no, these innocent hands of unine Continue ever, thou celestial sun;

Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime:
Let never silent night possess this clime; He of you all that most desires my blood,
Stand still, you watches of the element;

And will be call’d the murderer of a king,
All times and seasons, rest you at a stay,

Take it. What, are you mov'd ? pity you me?
That Edward may be still fair England's king! Then send for unrelenting Mortimer,
But day's bright beam doth vanish fast away, And Isabel, whose eyes being turn'd to steel
And needs I must resign my wished crown. Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear.
Inhuman creatures, nurs'd with tiger's milk, Yet stay; for, rather than I'll look on them,
Why gape you for your sovereign's overthrow? Here, here ! [Gives the crown.] – Now, sweet
My diadem, I mean, and guiltless life.

God of heaven,
See, monsters, see! I'll wear my crown again. Make me despise this transitory pomp,

(Putting on the crown. And sit for aye enthronized in heaven ! What, fear you not the fury of your king ? Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes, But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly I led;

Or, if I live, let me forget myself ! They pass ** not for thy frowns as late they did,

Bish. of Win. My lord, SBut seek to make a new.elected king; Which fills my mind with strange despairing * Trus.] The old eds. mark the presence of Trussel thoughts,

only by prefixing to his speeches "Tru.", --which one modern editor extended into “Trusty," and another

altered to " Bishop"!! *a blaze of quenchless fire) “Alluding to the crown pre #but, whilst I live) So 4to 1598.—2tos 1612, 1622, "not sented by Medea to Crousa : sce Euripides, Medea, A. 5." whilst I live." STKEVENS (apud Dodsley's 0.P.).

1 you] Thrown out by the modern editors, -rightly | vine) Old eds. “vines."

perhaps. I survive) So 4to 1622.—2101598, 1612, "suruines" and

forget myself! "suruies."

Bish. of Wio. My lord,-) Old eds., $ extrane) So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, “extreams

forget myselfe. and "extreames."

Enter Bartley. ll be) So 4tos 1612, 1622.-Not in 4to 1598.

Bartley. My Lorde." I jonully) i. e. foolishly, vainly.

But Berkeley (who in the old eds. is called Barlley) * pass) i. e. care.

certainly does not enter so soon.

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in you.

K. Edw. Call me not lord; away, out of my Leices. Favour him, my lord, as much as lieth

sight! Ah, pardon me! grief makes me lunatic.

Berk. Even so betide my soul as I use him ! Let not that Mortimer protect my son;

K. Edw. Mine enemy hath pitied my estate, More safety there is in a tiger's jaws

And that's the cause that I am now remov'd. Than his embracements. Bear this to the queen,

Berk. And thinks your grace that Berkeley Wet with my tears, and dried again with sighs :

will be cruel ?

(Gives a handkerchief. K. Edw. I know not; but of this am I assur'd, If with the sight thereof she be not mov'd,

That death ends all, and I can die but once. Return it back, and dip it in my blood.

Leicester, farewell. Commend me to my son, and bid him rule

Leices. Not yet, my lord; I'll bear you on your Better than I: yet how have I transgress'd,

way.

[E.ccunt. Unless it be with too much clemency? Trus. And thus, most humbly do we take our Enter QUEEN ISABELLA * and the younger MORTIMER leave.

Y. Mor. Fair Isabel, now have we our desire; K. Edw. Farewell.

The proud corrupters of the light-brain'd king [Breunt the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and TRUSSEL

Have done their homage to the lofty gallows, with the croron.

I know the next news that they bring And he himself lies in captivity. Will be my death; and welcome shall it be:

Be rul'd by me, and we will rule the realm : To wretched men death is felicity.

In any case take heed of childish fear, Leices. Another post ! what news brings he ?

For now we hold an old wolf by the ears,

That, if he slip, will seize upon us both, Enter BERKELEY, who gives a paper to LEICESTER.

And gripe the sorer, being grip'd himself.

Think therefore, madam, that imports t us I K. Edw. Such news as I expect. - Come,

much Berkeley, come,

To erect your son with all the speed we may, And tell thy message to my naked breast.

And that I be protector over him: Berk. My lord, think not a thought so villa For our behoof, 'twill g bear the greater sway

Whenas || a king's name shall be under-writ. Can harbour in a man of noble birth.

Q. Isab. Sweet Mortimer, the life of Isabel, To do your highness service and devoir,

Be thou persuaded that I love thee well; And save you from your foes, Berkeley would And therefore, so the prince my son be safe, die.

Whom I esteem as dear as these mine eges, Leices. My lord, the council of * the queen Conclude against his father what thou wilt, commands

And I myself will willingly subscribe. That I resign my charge.

Y. Mor. First would I hear news he were deK. Edw. And who must keep me now? Must

pos'd,
you, my lord ?

And then let me alone to handle him.
Berk. Ay, my most gracious lord ; so 'tis decreed.
K. Edw. (Taking the paper.] By Mortimer,

Enter Messenger.
whose name is written here !
Well may I rent his name that rends my heart.

Letters! from whence ? (Tears it.

Mess. From Killingworth, my lord. This poor revenge hath something easd my

Q. Isab. How fares my lord the king? mind:

Mess. In health, madam, but full of pensiveSo may his limbs be torn as is this paper ! Hear me, immortal Jove, † and grant it too !

Q. Isab. Alas, poor soul, would I could ease Berk. Your grace must hence with me to

his grief! Berkeley straight. K. Edw. Whither you will : all places are alike, * Enter Queen Isabella, &c.] Scene, an apartment in the And every earth is fit for burial.

royal palace.

that imports) i. e. that it imports.

I us] 80 4tos 1612, 1629.—2to 1598 "as." * of ] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "and."

$ 'twill) So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 “will." Jove) See note 1, p. 80.

|| Whenas) i. e. When.

nous

ness.

was

Enter the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with the crowon.

Y. Mor. And this above the rest : because we

hear Thanks, gentle Winchester.Sirrah, be gone. [Exit Messenger.

That Edmund casts * to work his liberty, Bish. of Win. The king hath willingly resign'a Remove him still from place to place by night,

Till at the last he come to Killingworth, his crown. Q. Isab. O, happy news! send for the prince And then from thence to Berkeley back again;

And by the way, to make him fret the more, my son.

Speak curstly + to him; and in any case Bish. of Win. Further, or this letter seald, Lord Berkeley came,

Let no man comfort him, if he chance to weep, So that he now is gone from Killingworth ;

But amplify his grief with bitter words.

Mat. Fear not, my lord; we'll do as you com. And we have heard that Edmund laid a plot

mand. To set his brother free; no more but so. The Lord of Berkeley is so + pitiful

Y. Mor. So, now away! post thitherwards

amain. As Leicester that had charge of bim before. Q. Isab. Then let some other be his guardian.

Q. Isab. Whither goes this letter to my lord

the king ? Y. Mor. Let me alone; here is the privy-seal. —

[Erit the Bish. OF Win.

Commend me humbly to his majesty,

And tell him that I labour all in vain Who's there? Call hither Gurney and Matrevis.

To ease his grief and work his liberty; (To Attendants within.

And bear him this as witness of my love. To dash the heavy-headed Edmund's drift,

[Gives ring. Berkeley shall be discharg'd, the king remov'd,

Mat. I will, madam. [Exit with GURNEY. And none but we shall know where he lieth.

Y. Mor. Finely dissembled ! do so still, sweet Q. Isab. But, Mortimer, as long as he survives,

queen. What safety rests for us or for my son ?

Here comes the young prince with the Earl of Y. Mor. Speak, shall he presently be despatch'd

Kent. and die?

Q. Isab. Something he whispers in his childish Q. Isab. I would he were, so 'twere not by my means !

Y. Mor. If he have such access unto the

prince, Enter MATREVIS $ and GURNEY.

Our plots and stratagems will soon be dash'd.

Q. Isab. Use Edmund friendly, as if all were Y. Mor. Enough. – Matrevis, write a letter

well. presently Unto the Lord of Berkeley from ourself, That he resign the king to thee and Gurney;

Bnter PRINCE EDWARD, and KENT talking with him. And, when 'tis done, we will subscribe our name.

Y. Mor. How fares my honourable Lord of Mat. It shall be done, my lord. (Writes.

Kent ? Y. Mor. Gurney,

Kent. In health, sweet Mortimer.—How fares Gur. My lord ?

your grace ? Y. Mor. As thou intend'st to rise by Mortimer,

Q. Isab. Well, if my lord your brother were Who now makes Fortune's wheel turn as he

enlarg'd. please,

Kent. I hear of late he hath depos'd himself. Seek all the means thou canst to make him droop, Q. Isab. The more my grief. And neither give him kind word nor good look.

Y. Mor. And mine. Gur. I warrant you, my lord.

Kent. Ah, they do dissemble !

A side.

Q. Isab. Sweet son, come hither; I must talk "letter) Should perhaps be thrown out.

with thee. + 80] Tno modern editors print "as", -and perhaps Y. Mor. You, being his uncle and the next of rightly, the original compositor having caught "80"

blood, from tho preceding line. (Old ods. here, as elsewhere, “Bartloy" and “Bartly.")

Do look to be protector o'er the prince. Erit the Bish. of Win.) The old eds. do not mark the exit (nor indeed the entrance) of the Bishop. But it seems necessary that ne should quit the stage here.

casts) i. e. plans, plots. § Matrevis) i. e. Sir John Maltravers.

curstly) i. e. crossly.

ears.

crown:

your heart!

Kent. Not I, my lord: who should protect the

Enter MATREVIS, * GURNEY, and Soldiers, with KING son,

EDWARD. But she that gave him life? I mean the queen. Mat. My lord, be not pensive; we are your P. Edw. Mother, persuade me not to wear the

friends :

Men are ordain'd to live in misery; Let him be king; I am too young to reign. Therefore, come; dalliance dangereth our lives. Q. Isab. But be content, seeing 'tis * his high K. Edw. Friends, whither must unhappy Ed. ness' pleasure.

ward go ? P. Edw. Let me but see him first, and then I Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest ! will.

Must I be vexèd like the nightly bird, Kent. Ay, do, sweet nephew.

Whose sight is loathsome to all winged fowls ? Q. Isab. Brother, you know it is impossible. When will the fury of his mind assuage ? P. Edw. Why, is he dead?

When will his heart be satisfied with blood? Q. Isab. No, God forbid !

If mine will serve, unbowel straight this breast, Kent. I would those words proceeded from And give my heart to Isabel and him :

It is the chiefest mark they level at. Y. Mor. Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour Gur. Not so, my liege : the queen hath given him,

this charge, That wast a cause of his imprisonment?

To keept your grace in safety: Kent. The more cause have I now to make Your passions make your dolours to I increase. amends.

K. Edw. This usage makes my misery increase. Y. Mor. [aside to Q. ISAB.] I tell thee, 'tis not But can my air of life & continue long, meet that one so false

When all my senses are annoy'd with stench ? Should come about the person of a prince. Within a dungeon England's king is kept, My lord, he hath betray'd the king his brother, Where I am starv'd for want of sustenance ; And therefore trust him not.

My daily diet is heart-breaking sobe, P. Edw. But he repents, and sorrows for it That almost rent the closet of my heart: now,

Thug lives old Edward not reliev'd by any, Q. Isab. Come, son, and go with this gentle And so must die, though pitied by many. lord and me.

O, water, gentle friends, to cool my thirst, P. Edw. With you I will, but not with Mor

And clear my body from foul excrements ! timer.

Mat. Here's channel-water,ll as our charge is Y. Mor. Why, youngling, 'sdain'st thou so of

given : Mortimer?

Sit down, for we'll be barbers to your grace. Then I will carry thee by force away.

K. Edw. Traitors, away! what, will you mur. P. Edw. Help, uncle Kent! Mortimer will wrong me.

Or choke your sovereign with puddle-water ? Q. Isab. Brother Edmund, strive not; we are Gur. No, but wash your face, and shave away

his friends; Isabel is nearer than the Earl of Kent.

Lest you be known, and so be rescued. Kent. Sister, Edward is my charge; redeem Mat. Why strive you thus ? your labour is in him.

vain. Q. Isab. Edward is my son, and I will keep K. Edw. The wren may strive against the lion's him.

strength, Kent. Mortimer shall know that he hath

But all in vain : so vainly do I strive wrongèd me.

To seek for mercy at a tyrant's band. Hence will I haste to Killingworth-Castle,

[They wash him with puddle-water, and shave his

beard away. And rescue agèd Edward from his foes, To be reveng'd on Mortimer and thee. A side.

(Exeunt, on one side, QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE * Enter Matrevis, &c.) Before Killingworth (Kenil.

EDWARD, and the younger MORTIMER; on the worth) Castle.
other, KENT.

To keep] Qy. "Only to keep"!
to) So 4tos 1598, 1612-Not in 4to 1622.

$ air of life) A Latinism,-aura vitæ. • 'tis] 2to 1598 "it."-2tos 1612, 1622, "it is."

Il channel-water) i. e. kennel-water.

der me,

your beard,

Immortal powers, that know the painful cares

Enter the younger MORTIMER.* That wait upon my poor distressed soul,

Y. Mor. The king must die, or Mortimer goes 0, level all* your looks upon these daring men

down ; That wrong their liege and sovereign, England's The commons now begin to pity him : king!

Yet he that is the cause of Edward's death, O Gaveston, it is for thee that I am wrong'd !

Is sure to pay for it when his son's of age;
For me both thou and both the Spensers died; And therefore will I do it cunningly.
And for your sakes a thousand wrongs I'll take.

This letter, written by a friend of ours,
The Spensers' ghosts, wherever they remain,

Contains his death, yet bids them save his life; Wish well to mine; then, tush, for them I'll die.

(Reais. Mat. 'Twixt their's and yours shall be no Edwardum occidere nolite timere, bonum est, enmity.

Pear not to kill the king, 'tis good he die: Come, come, away! Now put the torches out :

But read it thus, and that's another sense ; We'll enter in by darkness to Killingworth."

Edwardum occidere nolite, timere bonum est, Gur. How now! who comes there?

Kill not the king, 'tis good to fear the worst.

Unpointed as it is, thus shall it go,
Enter KENT.

That, being dead, if it chance to be found,
Mat. Guard the king sure: it is the Earl of Matrevis and the rest may bear the blame,
Kent.

And we be quit that caus'd it to be done. K. Edw. O gentle brother, help to rescue me !

Within this room is lock'd the messenger Mat. Keep them asunder; thrust in the king. That shall convey it, and perform the rest ; Kent. Soldiers, let me but talk to him one And, by a secret token that he bears, word.

Shall he be murder'd when the deed is done.Gur. Lay hands upon the earl for his assault. Lightborn, come forth ! Kent. Lay down your weapons, traitors ! yield the king!

Enter LIGHTBORN. Mat. Edmund, yield thou thyself, or thou shalt die.

Art thou so resolute as thou wast? Kent. Base villains, wherefore do you gripe me Light. What else, my lord ? and far more thus?

resolute. Gur. Bind him, and so convey him to the

Y. Mor. And hast thou cast + how to accourt.

complish it? Kent. Where is the court but here? here is Light. Ay, ay; and none shall know which

the king; And I will visit him: why stay you me?

Y. Mor. But at his looks, Lightborn, thou wilt Mat. The court is where Lord Mortimer re

relent. mains :

Light. Relent! ha, ha! I use much to relent. Thither shall your honour go; and so, farewell. Y. Mor. Well, do it bravely, and be secret.

(Exeunt MATREVIS and GURNEY with King Light. You shall not need to give instructions; EDWARD.

'Tis not the first time I have kill'd a man : Kent. 0, miserable is that common-weal, I learn'd in Naples how to poison flowers; Where lords keep courts, and kings are lock’d in To strangle with a lawn thrust down I the prison !

throat; First Sold. Wherefore stay we? on, sirs, to the To pierce the wind-pipe with a needle's point; court!

Or, whilst one is asleep, to take a quill, Kent. Ay, lead me whither you will, even to And blow a little powder in his ears ; my death,

Or open his mouth, and pour quick-silver down. Seeing that my brother cannot be releas'd.

But yet I have a braver way than these. (Exeunt.

Y. Mor. What's that?

way he died.

all] Perhaps an interpolation. + Killingworth] Lest any reader should hastily imagino that this is a mistake for " Berkeley", I refer him to Mortimer's first speecb, p. 215, sec, col., and to the second spooch of First Soldier, p. 218, sec. col.

* Bnter the younger Mortimer) Scene, an apartment in the royal palace.

cast) i, e. planned, contrived. | down) So 4tos 1612, 1622.—2to 1598 "through."

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