[Exeunt the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and TRUSSEL.]
¶I know the next news that they bringWill 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,And tell thy message to my naked breast.Ber\. My lord, think not a thought so villainousCan 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 commandsThat I resign my charge.K. Edw. And who must keep me now? Must you, my lord?Ber\. Ay, my most gracious lord; so 'tis decreed.K. Edw. [taking the paper.] By Mortimer, whose name is writtenhere!Well may I rend his name that rends my heart! [Tears it.]This poor revenge has something eas'd my mind.So may his limbs be torn, as is this paper!Hear me, immortal Jove, and grant it too!Ber\. 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.[73]Leices. Favour him, my lord, as much as lieth in you.Ber\. Even so betide my soul as I use him.K. Edw. Mine enemy hath pitied my estate,And that's the cause that I am now remov'd.Ber\. 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. The royal palace]
¶Enter QUEEN ISABELLA and Young MORTIMER
¶Y . Mor. Fair Isabel, now have we our desire;The proud corrupters of the light-brain'd kingHave done their homage to the lofty gallows,And he himself lies in captivity.Be rul'd by me, and we will rule the realm.In any case take heed of childish fear,For now we hold an old wolf by the ears,That, if he slip, will seize upon us both,And gripe the sorer, being grip'd himself.Think therefore, madam, that imports us muchTo erect your son with all the speed we may,And that I be protector over him;For our behoof will bear the greater swayWhenas a king's name shall be under writ.Q. Isab. Sweet Mortimer, the life of Isabel,Be thou persuaded that I love thee well,And therefore, so the prince my son be safe,Whom I esteem as dear as these mine eyes,Conclude against his father what thou wilt,And I myself will willingly subscribe.Y . Mor. First would I hear news that he were depos'd,And then let me alone to handle him.
Enter MESSENGER
¶Letters! from whence?Mess. From Killingworth, my lord.Q. Isab. How fares my lord the king?Mess. In health, madam, but full of pensiveness.Q. Isab. Alas, poor soul, would I could ease his grief![Enter the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with the crown.]Thanks, gentle Winchester. [To the Messenger. ] Sirrah, be gone.[Exit Messenger.]B. of Win. The king hath willingly resign'd his crown.Q. Isab. O happy news! send for the prince, my son.B. of Win. Further, or this letter was seal'd, Lord Berkeley came,So that he now is gone from Killingworth;And we have heard that Edmund laid a plotTo set his brother free; no more but so.The lord of Berkeley is as pitifulAs Leicester that had charge of him before.Q. Isab. Then let some other be his guardian.Y . Mor. Let me alone, here is the privy seal.
[Exit the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER.]
¶Who's there?—Call hither Gurney and Matrevis.[To Attendants within.]To dash the heavy-headed Edmund's drift,Berkeley shall be discharg'd, the king remov'd,And none but we shall know where he lieth.Q. Isab. But, Mortimer, as long as he survives,What safety rests for us, or for my son?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 presentlyUnto the lord of Berkeley from ourselfThat he resign the king to thee and Gurney;And when 'tis done, we will subscribe our name.[75]Mat. It shall be done, my lord. [Writes.]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.Y . Mor. And this above the rest: because we hearThat Edmund casts1 to work his liberty,Remove him still from place to place by night,Till at the last he come to Killingworth,And then from thence to Berkeley back again;And by the way, to make him fret the more,Speak curstly to him, and in any caseLet no man comfort him; if he chance to weep,But amplify his grief with bitter words.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,And tell him that I labour all in vainTo ease his grief, and work his liberty;And bear him this as witness of my love. [Gives a ring.]Mat. I will, madam. Exit with GURNEY.
¶Enter PRINCE EDWARD, and KENT talking with him
¶Y. Mor. Finely dissembled. Do so still, sweet queen.Here comes the young prince with the Earl of Kent.Q. Isab. Something he whispers in his childish ears.Y . Mor. If he have such access unto the prince,Our plots and stratagems will soon be dash'd.Q. Isab. Use Edmund friendly, as if all were well.Y . Mor. How fares my honourable lord of Kent?Kent. In health, sweet Mortimer. How fares your grace ?Q. Isab. Well, if my lord your brother were enlarg'd.[76]Kent. I hear of late he hath depos'd himself.Q. Isab. The more my grief.Y. Mor. And mine.Kent. Ah , they do dissemble! [Aside.]Q. Isab. Sweet son, come hither, I must talk with thee.Y . Mor. You being his uncle, and the next of blood,Do look to be protector o'er the prince.Kent. Not I, my lord; who should protect the son,But she that gave him life? I mean the queen.P. Edw. Mother, persuade me not to wear the 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.P. Edw. Why , is he dead?Q. Isab. No , God forbid!Kent. I would those words proceeded from your heart.Y . Mor. Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him,That wast the 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 sofalseShould come about the person of a prince.—My lord, he hath betray'd the king his brother,And therefore trust him not.P. Edw. But he repents, and sorrows for it now.Q. Isab. Come, son, and go with this gentle lord and me.P. Edw. With you I will, but not with Mortimer.Y . Mor. Why, youngling, 'sdain'st thou so of Mortimer ?Then I will carry thee by force away.P. Edw. Help, uncle Kent! Mortimer will wrong me.Q. Isab. Brother Edmund, strive not; we are his friends;Isabel is nearer than the Earl of Kent.Kent. Sister, Edward is my charge, redeem him.Q. Isab. Edward is my son, and I will keep him.Kent. Mortimer shall know that he hath wrong'd me!—•Hence will I haste to Killingworth Castle,[77]And rescue aged Edward from his foes,To be reveng'd on Mortimer and thee.[Aside.] Exeunt [on one side QUEEN ISABELLA,
p. 77¶PRINCE EDWARD, and Young MORTIMER; on
¶Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY [and Soldiers,] with KING EDWARD
¶Mat. My lord, be not pensive, we are your friends;Men are ordain'd to live in misery,Therefore come,—dalliance dangereth our lives.K. Edw. Friends, whither must unhappy Edward go?Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest?Must I be vexed like the nightly bird,Whose sight is loathsome to all winged fowls?When will the fury of his mind assuage ?When will his heart be satisfied with blood ?If mine will serve, unbowel straight this breast,And give my heart to Isabel and him;It is the chiefest mark they level at.Gur. Not so my liege, the queen hath given this chargeTo keep your grace in safety;Your passions make your dolours to increase.K. Edw. This usage makes my misery to increase.But can my air of life continue longWhen all my senses are annoy'd with stench?Within a dungeon England's king is kept,Where I am starv'd for want of sustenance.My daily diet is heart-breaking sobs,That almost rents the closet of my heart.Thus lives old Edward not reliev'd by any,And so must die, though pitied by many.O, water, gentle friends, to cool my thirst,And clear my body from foul excrements!Mat. Here's channel1 water, as our charge is given.Sit down, for we'll be barbers to your grace.[78]K. Edw. Traitors, away! What, will you murder me,Or choke your sovereign with puddle water ?Gur. No ; but wash your face, and shave away your beard,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 striveTo seek for mercy at a tyrant's hand.They wash him with puddle water, and shavebeard away.Immortal powers! that knows the painful caresThat wait upon my poor distressed soul,O level all your looks upon these daring men,That wrongs their liege and sovereign, England's king!O Gaveston, 'tis for thee that I am wrong'd,For me, both thou and both the Spencers died!And for your sakes a thousand wrongs I'll take.The Spencers' ghosts, wherever they remain,Wish well to mine; then tush, for them I'll die.Mat. 'Twixt theirs and yours shall be no enmity.Come, come away; now put the torches out,We'll enter in by darkness to Killingworth.
¶Gur. How now, who comes there?Mat. Guard the king sure: it is the Earl of Kent.K. Edw. O gentle brother, help to rescue me!Mat. Keep them asunder; thrust in the king.Kent. Soldiers, let me but talk to him one word.Gur. Lay hands upon the earl for his assault.Kent. Lay down your weapons, traitors! Yield 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?[79]Mat. The court is where Lord Mortimer remains;Thither shall your honour go; and so farewell.
¶Exeunt MATREVIS and GURNEY , with KING EDWARD.
¶Kent. O miserable is that commonweal,Where lords keep courts, and kings are locked in prison!Sol. Wherefore stay we? On, sirs, to the court!Kent. Ay, lead me whither you will, even to my death,Seeing that my brother cannot be releas'd. Exeunt.
¶[SCENE I V . The royal palace]
¶Enter Young MORTIMER
¶Y . Mor. The king must die, or Mortimer goes down;The commons now begin to pity him.Yet he that is the cause of Edward's death,Is sure to pay for it when his son's of age;And therefore will I do it cunningly.This letter, written by a friend of ours,Contains his death, yet bids them save his life. [Reads.]"Edwardum occidere nolite timere, bonum estFear not to kill the king, 'tis good he die."But read it thus, and that's another sense:"Edwardum occidere nolite, timere bonum estKill not the king, 'tis good to fear the worst."Unpointed as it is, thus shall it go,That, being dead, if it chance to be found,Matrevis and the rest may bear the blame,And we be quit that caus'd it to be done.Within this room is lock'd the messengerThat shall convey it, and perform the rest;And by a secret token that he bears,Shall he be murdered when the deed is done.—Lightborn, come forth!
Enter LIGHTBORN
¶Art thou as resolute as thou wast?Light. What else, my lord? And far more resolute.[80]Y . Mor. And hast thou cast1 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 through the throat;To pierce the windpipe with a needle's point;Or whilst one is asleep, to take a quillAnd blow a little powder in his ears;Or open his mouth and pour quicksilver down.And yet I have a braver way than these.Y . Mor. What's that?Light. Nay, you shall pardon me; none shall know my tricks.Y . Mor. I care not how it is, so it be not spied.Deliver this to Gurney and Matrevis. [Gives letterAt every ten mile end thou hast a horse.Take this; [Gives money] away! and never see me more.Light. No !Y . Mor. No ;Unless thou bring me news of Edward's death.Light. That will I quickly do. Farewell, my lord. [ExitY. Mor. The prince I rule, the queen do I command,And with a lowly conge to the ground,The proudest lords salute me as I pass;I seal, I cancel, I do what I will.Fear'd am I more than lov'd;—let me be fear'd,And when I frown, make all the court look pale.I view the prince with Aristarchus' eyes,Whose looks were as a breeching to a boy.They thrust upon me the protectorship,And sue to me for that that I desire.While at the council-table, grave enough,And not unlike a bashful puritan,[81]First I complain of imbecility,Saying it is onus quam gravissimum; 2Till being interrupted by my friends,Suscepi that provinciam 3 as they term it;And to conclude, I am Protector now.Now is all sure: the queen and MortimerShall rule the realm, the king; and none rule us.Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance;And what I list command who dare control?Major sum quam cut possit jortuna nocere.*And that this be the coronation-day,It pleaseth me, and Isabel the queen. [Trumpets within.]The trumpets sound, I must go take my place.
¶OF CANTERBURY, Champion and Nobles
¶A. of Cant. Long live King Edward, by the grace of GodKing of England and Lord of Ireland!Cham. If any Christian, Heathen, Turk, or Jew,Dares but affirm that Edward's not true king,And will avouch his saying with the sword,I am the champion that will combat him.Y. Mor. None comes, sound trumpets. [Trumpets sound.]K. Edw. Third. Champion, here's to thee.[Gives a purse.]Q. Isab. Lord Mortimer, now take him to your charge.
¶Enter Soldiers, with KENT prisoner
¶Y . Mor. What traitor have we there with blades and bills?Sol. Edmund, the Earl of Kent.K. Edw. Third. What hath he done?Sol. ' A would have taken the king away perforce,As we were bringing him to Killingworth.Y. Mor. Did you attempt this rescue, Edmund ? Speak.[82]Kent. Mortimer, I did; he is our king,And thou compell'st this prince to wear the crown.Y . Mor. Strike off his head! he shall have martial law.Kent. Strike off my head! Base traitor, I defy thee!K. Edw. Third. My lord, he is my uncle, and shall live.Y. Mor. My lord, he is your enemy, and shall die.Kent. Stay, villains!K. Edw. Third. Sweet mother, if I cannot pardon him,Entreat my Lord Protector for his life.Q. Isab. Son, be content; I dare not speak a word.K. Edw. Third. Nor I, and yet methinks I should command;But, seeing I cannot, I'll entreat for him—My lord, if you will let my uncle live,I will requite it when I come to age.Y . Mor. 'Tis for your highness' good, and for the realm's.—How often shall I bid you bear him hence ?Kent. Art thou king? Must I die at thy command?Y . Mor. At our command—Once more away with him.Kent. Let me but stay and speak; I will not go.Either my brother or his son is king,And none of both them thirst for Edmund's blood:And therefore, soldiers, whither will you hale me ?Soldiers hale KENT away, to be beheaded.K. Edw. Third. What safety may I look for at his hands,If that my uncle shall be murdered thus?Q. Isab. Fear not, sweet boy, I'll guard thee from thy foes;Had Edmund lived, he would have sought thy death.Come, son, we'll ride a-hunting in the park.K. Edw. Third. And shall my uncle Edmund ride with us ?Q. Isab. He is a traitor; think not on him; come. Exeunt.
¶Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY
¶Mat. Gurney, I wonder the king dies not,Being in a vault up to the knees in water,To which the channels of the castle run,[83]From whence a damp continually ariseth,That were enough to poison any man,Much more a king brought up so tenderly.Gur. And so do I, Matrevis: yesternightI opened but the door to throw him meat,And I was almost stifled with the savour.Mat. He hath a body able to endureMore than we can inflict: and therefore nowLet us assail his mind another while.Gur. Send for him out thence, and I will anger him.Mat. But stay, who's this?
Enter LIGHTBORN
¶Light. My Lord Protector greets you. [Gives letter.]Gur. What's here ? I know not how to construe it.Mat. Gurney, it was left unpointed for the nonce;"Edwardum occidere nolite timere,"That's his meaning.Light. Know ye this token? I must have the king.[Gives to\en.]Mat. Ay, stay awhile, thou shalt have answer straight.This villain's sent to make away the king. [Aside.]Gur. I thought as much. [Aside.]Mat. And when the murder's done,See how he must be handled for his labour.Pereat iste! 1 Let him have the king. [Aside.]What else ? Here is the key, this is the lake, 2Do as you are commanded by my lord.Light. I know what I must do. Get you away.Yet be not far off, I shall need your help;See that in the next room I have a fire,And get me a spit, and let it be red-hot.Mat. Very well.Gur. Need you anything besides?Light. What else? A table and a feather-bed.Gur. That's all ?[84]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.[Gives a light, and then exit with MATREVIS.]Light. So nowMust I about this gear;1 ne'er was there anySo finely handled as this king shall be.For, here's a place indeed, with all my heart!K. Edw. Who's there? What light is that? wherefore corn'stthou?Light. To comfort you, and bring you joyful news.K. Edw. Small comfort finds poor Edward in thy looks.Villain, I know thou corn'st to murder me.Light. To murder you, my most gracious lord!Far is it from my heart to do you harm.The queen sent me to see how you were used,For she relents at this your misery:And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears,To see a king in this most piteous state ?K. Edw. Weep'st thou already? List awhile to meAnd then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is,Or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus,Yet will it melt, ere I have done my tale.This dungeon where they keep me is the sinkWherein the filth of all the castle falls.Light. O villains!K. Edw. And there in mire and puddle have I stoodThis ten days' space; and, lest that I should sleep,One plays continually upon a drum.They give me bread and water, being a king;So that, for want of sleep and sustenance,My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd,And whether I have limbs or no I know not.O, would my blood dropp'd out from every vein,As doth this water from my tattered robes.Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus,[85]When for her sake I ran at tilt in France,And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont.Light. O speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart.Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile.K. Edw. These looks of thine can harbour nought but death:I see my tragedy written in thy brows.Yet stay a while; forbear thy bloody hand,And let me see the stroke before it comes,That even then when I shall lose my life,My mind may be more steadfast on my God.Light. What means your highness to mistrust me thus?K. Edw. What mean'st thou to dissemble with me thus?Light. These hands were never stain'd with innocent blood,Nor shall they now be tainted with a king's.K. Edw. Forgive my thought for having such a thought.One jewel have I left; receive thou this. [Giving jewel.}Still fear I, and I know not what's the cause,But every joint shakes as I give it thee.O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, •Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul!Know that I am a king: O, at that nameI feel a hell of grief! Where is my crown?Gone, gone! and do I still remain alive?Light. You're overwatch'd, my lord; lie down and rest.K. Edw. But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep;For not these ten days have these eye-lids clos'd.No was I speak they fall, and yet with fearOpen again. O wherefore sitt'st thou here?Light. If you mistrust me, I'll begone, my lord.K. Edw. No, no, for if thou mean'st to murder me,Thou wilt return again, and therefore stay. [Sleeps.]Light. He sleeps.K. Edw. [waging], O let me not die yet! O stay a while!Light. How now, my lord?K. Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears,And tells me if I sleep I never wake;This fear is that which makes me tremble thus.[86]And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come?Light. To rid thee of thy life.—Matrevis, come!
¶K. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist:—Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul!Light. Run for the table.K. Edw. O spare me, or despatch me in a trice.[MATREVIS brings in a table.]Light. So, lay the table down, and stamp on it,But not too hard, lest that you bruise his body.
¶[ KING EDWARD is murdered.]
¶Mat. I fear me that this cry will raise the town,And therefore, let us take horse and away.Light. Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely done?Gur. Excellent well: take this for thy reward.GURNEY stabs LIGHTBORN [who dies.]Come, let us cast the body in the moat,And bear the king's to Mortimer our lord:Away ! Exeunt [with the bodies.]
¶[SCENE V I . The royal palace, London]
¶Enter Young MORTIMER and MATREVIS
¶Y . Mor. Is't done, Matrevis, and the murderer dead ?Mat. Ay , my good lord; I would it were undone!Y. Mor. Matrevis, if thou now growest penitentI'll be thy ghostly father; therefore choose,Whether thou wilt be secret in this,Or else die by the hand of Mortimer.Mat. Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fearBetray us both, therefore let me fly.Y . Mor. Fly to the savages!Mat. I humbly thank your honour. [Exit.]Y. Mor. As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge tree,And others are but shrubs compar'd to me.All tremble at my name, and I fear none;Let's see who dare impeach me for his death!
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA
¶Q. Isab. Ah, Mortimer, the king my son hath newsHis father's dead, and we have murdered him!Y . Mor. What if he have? The king is yet a child.Q. Isab. Ay, but he tears his hair, and wrings his hands,And vows to be reveng'd upon us both.Into the council-chamber he is gone,To crave the aid and succour of his peers.Ay me! see here he comes, and they with him.Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy.
¶Enter KING EDWARD THE THIRD, LORDS, and Attendants.
¶1st Lord. Fear not, my lord, know that you are a king.K. Edw. Third. Villain!—Y . Mor. How now, my lord!K. Edw. Third. Think not that I am frighted with thy words!My father's murdered through thy treachery;And thou shalt die, and on his mournful hearseThy hateful and accursed head shall lie,To witness to the world, that by thy meansHis kingly body was too soon interr'd.Q. Isab. Weep not, sweet son!K. Edw. Third. Forbid me not to weep; he was my father;And, had you lov'd him half so well as I,You could not bear his death thus patiently.But you, I fear, conspir'd with Mortimer.1st Lord. Why speak you not unto my lord the king ?Y . Mor. Because I think scorn to be accus'd.Who is the man dares say I murdered him ?K. Edw. Third. Traitor! in me my loving father speaks,And plainly saith, 'twas thou that murd'redst him.Y . Mor. But has your grace no other proof than this?K. Edw. Third. Yes, if this be the hand of Mortimer.[Shewing letter.]Y. Mor. False Gurney hath betray'd me and himself. [Aside.]Q. Isab. I fear'd as much; murder cannot be hid. [Aside.][88]Y . Mor. It is my hand; what gather you by this?K. Edw. Third. That thither thou didst send a murderer.Y . Mor. What murderer ? Bring forth the man I sent.K. Edw. Third. Ah , Mortimer, thou knowest that he is slain;And so shalt thou be too.—Why stays he hereBring him unto a hurdle, drag him forth;Hang him, I say, and set his quarters up;But bring his head back presently to me.Q. Isab. For my sake, sweet son, pity Mortimer!Y . Mor. Madam, entreat not, I will rather die,Than sue for life unto a paltry boy.K. Edw. Third. Hence with the traitor! with the murderer!Y . Mor. Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy wheelThere is a point, to which when men aspire,They tumble headlong down: that point I touch'd,And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher,Why should I grieve at my declining fall?—Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer,That scorns the world, and, as a traveller,Goes to discover countries yet unknown.K. Edw. Third. What! suffer you the traitor to delay ?[Young MORTIMER is taken away by First Lordand Attendants.]Q. Isab. As thou receivedest 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.2nd Lord. My lord, I fear me it will prove too true.K. Edw. Third. Mother, you are suspected for his deathAnd therefore we commit you to the TowerTill farther trial may be made thereof;If you be guilty, though I be your son,[89]Think not to find me slack or pitiful.Q. Isab. Nay, to my death, for too long have I liv'dWhenas 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,And with the rest accompany him to his grave?2nd Lord. Thus, madam, 'tis the king's will you shall hence.Q. Isab. He hath forgotten me; stay, I am his mother.2nd Lord. That boots not; therefore, gentle madam, go.Q. Isab. Then come, sweet death, and rid me of this grief.[Exit.]
¶[Re-enter 1st Lord, with the head of Young MORTIMER]1st 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. [Exeunt Attendants.]Accursed head,Could I have rul'd thee then, as I do now.Thou had'st not hatch'd this monstrous treachery!—Here comes the hearse; help me to mourn, my lords.
¶[Re-enter Attendants with the hearse and funeral robes]Sweet father, here unto thy murdered ghostI offer up this wicked traitor's head;And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes,Be witness of my grief and innocency. [Exeunt.]