Which in a moment will abridge his life. Leices. My lord, why waste you thus the time away? They stay your answer: will you yield your crown? Which thoughts are martyrèd with endless torments; And in this torment comfort find I none, 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]. Traitors, be gone, and join you‡ with Mortimer K. Edw. Ah, Leicester, weigh how hardly I Elect, conspire, install, do what you will: can brook To lose my crown and kingdom without cause; Their blood and yours shall seal these treacheries. Bish. of Win. This answer we'll return; and so, farewell. [Going with TRUSSEL. Leices. Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair; To make me miserable. Here, receive my crown. 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, Trus. And thus, most humbly do we take our leave. K. Edw. Farewell. Enter QUEEN ISABELLA* and the younger MORTIMER. Y. Mor. Fair Isabel, now have we our desire; The proud corrupters of the light-brain'd king Have done their homage to the lofty gallows, I know the next news that they bring Be rul'd by me, and we will rule the realm: And he himself lies in captivity. [Exeunt the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and TRUSSEL with the crown. Will be my death; and welcome shall it be: To wretched men death is felicity. Leices. Another post! what news brings he? Enter BERKELEY, who gives a paper to LEICESTER. K. Edw. Such news as I expect. Come, Berkeley, come, And tell thy message to my naked breast. Berk. My lord, think not a thought so villa nous Can harbour in a man of noble birth. 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 rent his name that rends my heart. So may his limbs be torn as is this paper! Berk. Your grace must hence with me to K. Edw. Whither you will: all places are alike, And every earth is fit for burial. *of] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "and." ↑ Jove] See note 1, p. 80. In any case take heed of childish fear, To erect your son with all the speed we may, For our behoof, 'twill § bear the greater sway Q. Isab. Sweet Mortimer, the life of Isabel, Y. Mor. First would I hear news he were depos'd, And then let me alone to handle him. Enter Messenger. Letters! from whence? Mess. From Killingworth, my lord. ness. Q. Isab. Alas, poor soul, would I could ease his grief! * Enter Queen Isabella, &c.] Scene, an apartment in the royal palace. ↑ that imports] i. e. that it imports. § 'twill] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "will." * Bish. of Win. Further, or this letter was seal'd, Lord Berkeley came, So that he now is gone from Killingworth; To dash the heavy-headed Edmund's drift, Y. Mor. Speak, shall he presently be despatch'd and die? Q. Isab. I would he were, so 'twere not by my means! Enter MATREVIS § and GURNEY. Y. Mor. Enough. - Matrevis, write a letter presently Unto the Lord of Berkeley from ourself, Y. Mor. Gurney,— Gur. My lord? Y. Mor. As thou intend'st to rise by Mortimer, Who now makes Fortune's wheel turn as he please, Seek all the means thou canst to make him droop, And neither give him kind word nor good look. Gur. I warrant you, my lord. * letter] Should perhaps be thrown out. 80] The modern editors print "as",-and perhaps rightly, the original compositor having caught "so" from the preceding line. (Old eds. here, as elsewhere, "Bartley" and " "Bartly.") Exit the Bish. of Win.] The old eds. do not mark the exit (nor indeed the entrance) of the Bishop. But it seems necessary that he should quit the stage here. § Matrevis] i. e. Sir John Maltravers. Y. Mor. And this above the rest: because we hear That Edmund casts to work his liberty, Mat. Fear not, my lord; we'll do as you command. Y. Mor. So, now away! post thitherwards amain. Q. Isab. Whither goes this letter? to my lord the king? Commend me humbly to his majesty, Kent. Not I, my lord: who should protect the son, But she that gave him life? I mean the queen. crown: Let him be king; I am too young to reign. Q. Isab. But be content, seeing 'tis his highness' pleasure. P. Edw. Let me but see him first, and then I will. Kent. Ay, do, sweet nephew. Q. Isab. Brother, you know it is impossible. Q. Isab. No, God forbid! Kent. I would those words proceeded from your heart! Y. Mor. Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him, That wast a cause of his imprisonment? Kent. The more cause have I now to make amends. Y. Mor. [aside to Q. ISAB.] I tell thee, 'tis not meet that one so false Should come about the person of a prince.- P. Edw. But he repents, and sorrows for it now. Enter MATREVIS,* GURNEY, and Soldiers, with KING Mat. My lord, be not pensive; we are your Men are ordain'd to live in misery; Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest! Gur. Not so, my liege: the queen hath given To keep your grace in safety: Your passions make your dolours to increase. K. Edw. This usage makes my misery increase. Q Isab. Come, son, and go with this gentle And so must die, though pitièd by many. lord and me. O, water, gentle friends, to cool my thirst, Sit down, for we'll be barbers to your grace. Or choke your sovereign with puddle-water? Lest you be known, and so be rescued. Mat. Why strive you thus? your labour is in vain. K. Edw. The wren may strive against the lion's strength, But all in vain: so vainly do I strive To seek for mercy at a tyrant's hand. [They wash him with puddle-water, and shave his beard away. *Enter Matrevis, &c.] Before Killingworth (Kenilworth) Castle. To keep] Qy. "Only to keep"? tto] So 4tos 1598, 1612-Not in 4to 1622. § air of life] A Latinism,-aura vitæ. || channel-water] i. e. kennel-water. Immortal powers, that know the painful cares * O, level all your looks upon these daring men O Gaveston, it is for thee that I am wrong'd! Come, come, away! Now put the torches out : Enter KENT. Enter the younger MORTIMER.* Y. Mor. The king must die, or Mortimer goes The commons now begin to pity him: Edwardum occidere nolite timere, bonum est, Mat. Guard the king sure: it is the Earl of Matrevis and the rest may bear the blame, Kent. K. Edw. O gentle brother, help to rescue me! Gur. Lay hands upon the earl for his assault. the king! Mat. Edmund, yield thou thyself, or thou shalt die. Kent. Base villains, wherefore do you gripe me thus? Gur. Bind him, and so convey him to the court. Kent. Where is the court but here? here is the king; And I will visit him: why stay you me! Mat. The court is where Lord Mortimer re- Thither shall your honour go; and so, farewell. Kent. O, miserable is that common-weal, Where lords keep courts, and kings are lock'd in prison ! And we be quit that caus'd it to be done. Enter LIGHTBORN. Art thou so resolute as thou wast? Light. What else, my lord? and far more resolute. Y. Mor. And hast thou cast + how to accomplish it? Light. Ay, ay; and none shall know which way he died. Y. Mor. But at his looks, Lightborn, thou wilt relent. Light. Relent! ha, ha! I use much to relent. Y. Mor. Well, do it bravely, and be secret. Light. You shall not need to give instructions; "Tis not the first time I have kill'd a man: I learn'd in Naples how to poison flowers; To strangle with a lawn thrust down the throat; First Sold. Wherefore stay we? on, sirs, to the To pierce the wind-pipe with a needle's point; court! Kent. Ay, lead me whither you will, even to my death, Seeing that my brother cannot be releas'd. [Exeunt. Or, whilst one is asleep, to take a quill, Or open his mouth, and pour quick-silver down. all] Perhaps an interpolation. Killingworth] Lest any reader should hastily imagine that this is a mistake for “ Berkeley", I refer him to Mortimer's first speech, p. 215, sec. col., and to the second speech of First Soldier, p. 218, sec. col. * Enter the younger Mortimer] Scene, an apartment in the royal palace. tcast] i. e. planned, contrived. tdown] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "through." |