Thy speeches long ago had eased my sorrows; Win. Your grace mistakes; it is for England's good, And princely Edward's right, we crave the crown. Engirt the temples of his hateful head; They stay your answer-will you yield your crown? Edw. Ah, Leicester, weigh how hardly I can brook To lose my crown and kingdom without cause; Let never silent night possess this clime; Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments, And in this torment comfort find I none, And therefore say, will you resign or no? Traitors, begone, and join with Mortimer, Win. This answer we'll return, and so fare well. Lei. Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair; For if they go, the prince shall lose his right. 48 Regiment-See Note 18. 161. 49 Confirm-All the editions read conspire. The allusion seems to be to the several forms observed in the creation of a Bishop, in which the act of confirmation comes between election and installation. S. P. Edw. Call thou them back, I have no power to speak. Lei. My lord, the king is willing to resign. Edo. O would I might! but heaven and earth To make me miserable! here, receive my crown; Receive it! no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime. He, of you all, that most desires my blood, And will be called the murderer of a king, Take it. What, are you moved? pity you me? Then send for unrelenting Mortimer, And Isabel, whose eyes, being turned to steel, Will sooner sparkle fire, than shed a tear. Yet stay, for rather than I will look on them, Here, here: now, sweet God of heaven! Make me despise this transitory pomp, And sit for ave enthronized in heaven! Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes, Or, if I live, let me forget myself. Ber. My lord. Enter BERKELEY. Edw. Call me not lord; Away, out of my sight-ah, pardon me, Let not that Mortimer protect my son; Trusty. And thus, most humbly, do we take our Edw. Farewell; I know the next news that they bring Will be my death; and welcome shall it be :- Lei. Another post, what news brings he? And tell thy message to my naked breast. Ber. 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. Lei. My lord, the council and the queen command That I resign my charge. Edw. And who must keep me now ? must you, my lord? Ber. Ay, my most gracious lord, so 'tis decreed. Edw. By Mortimer, whose name is written here, Well may I rend his name that rends my heart! This poor revenge hath something eased 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, VOL. I. Edw. Whither you will, all places are alike, And every earth is fit for burial. Lei. Favour him, my lord, as much as lieth in you. Ber. Even so betide my soul as I use him. Edw. Mine enemy hath pitied my estate, And that's the cause that I am now removed. Ber. And thinks your grace that Berkeley will be cruel? Edw. I know not, but of this am I assured, That death ends all, and I can die but once. Leicester, farewell. way. Lei. Not yet, my lord, I'll bear you on your [Exeunt. Enter MORTIMER, jun. and Queen ISABEL. Mor. jun. Fair Isabel, now have we our desire; The proud corrupters of the light-brain'd king Have done their homage to the lofty gallows, And he himself lies in captivity. Be ruled by me, and we will rule the realm. For our behoof; 'twill bear the greater sway Queen. Sweet Mortimer, the life of Isabel! Mor. jun. First would I hear the news he were deposed; And then let me alone to handle him. Enter Messenger and WINCHESter. Mor. jun. Letters! from whence? Mes. From Killingworth, my lord. Queen. How fares my lord the king? Mes. In health, madam, but full of pensiveness. Queen. Alas! poor soul, would I could ease his grief! [Winchester presents papers. Thanks, gentle Winchester; sirrah, be gone. [Exit Messenger. Win. The king hath willingly resigned his crown. Queen. O happy news! send for the prince, my Berkeley shall be discharged, the king removed, Queen. I would he were, so 'twere not by my means. Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY. Mor. jun. Enough; Matrevis, write a letter presently Unto the lord of Berkeley from ourself, Mor. jun. As thou intend'st to rise by Mortimer, Who now makes fortune's wheel turn as he please, Seck all the means thou canst to make him droop, And neither give him kind word nor good look. Gur. I warrant you, my lord. Mor. jun. And this above the rest,-because hear That Edmund casts to work his liberty;- Mat. Fear not, my lord, we'll do as you command. Mor. jun. So, now away; post thitherwards Let him be king, I ain too young to reign. Queen. But be content, seeing it is his highness' pleasure. Prince. Let me but see him first, and then I will. Edm. Ay do, sweet nephew. Queen. Brother, you know it is impossible. Queen. No, God forbid ! Edm. I would those words proceeded from your heart. Mor. jun. Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him, That wast a cause of his imprisonment? Edm. The more cause have I now to make amends. Mor. jun. I tell thee 'tis not meet that one so false Should come about the person of a prince. Prince. But he repents, and sorrows for it now. Queen. Come son, and go with this gentle lord and me. Prince. With you I will, but not with Mortimer. Mor. jun. Why, youngling, disdain'st thou so of Mortimer? Then I will carry thee by force away! 47 Speak curstly.-Curstly is shrewishly, ill-naturedly, or frowardly. As, in Philaster: "Hadst a curst master when thou wentst to school." Prince. Help, uncle Kent! Mortimer will wrong, O level all your looks upon these daring men, That wrong their liege and sovereign, England's me. Queen. Brother Edmund, strive not, we are his friends; Isabel is nearer than the earl of Kent. Edm. Sister, Edward is my charge, redeem him. Hence will I haste to Killingworth castle, [Exeunt. Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY with the KING. Soldiers attending. Mat. My lord, be not pensive, we are your Men are ordained 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; Edw. This usage makes my misery encrease. Sit down, for we'll be barbers to your grace. Lest you be known, and so be rescued. Mat. Why strive you thus? your labour is in vain. Edw. The wren may strive against the lion's strength, But all in vain; so vainly do I strive, [They wash him with puddle-water, and shave his beard away. Immortal powers! that know the painful cares That wait upon my poor distressed soul! king. O Gaveston, it is for thee that I am wronged. Gur. How now, who comes there? Edw. O, gentle brother, help to rescue me! Mat. Edmund, yield thou thyself, or thou shalt die. Edm. Base villains! wherefore do you gripe me thus? Gur. Bind him, and so convey him to the court. Edm. 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 remains; Thither shall your honour go; and so farewell. [Exeunt MATREVIS and GURNEY, with the King. Manent EDMUND and the Soldiers. Edm. O miserable is that common-weal, where lords Keep courts, and kings are lock'd in prison! Soldiers. Wherefore stay we? on, sirs, to the The commons now begin to pity him. Mor. jun. But at his looks, Lightborn, thou wilt relent. Light. Relent! ha, ha, I use much to relent. Mor. jun. Well, do it bravely, and be secret. Light. You shall not need to give instructions; Tis not the first time I have killed a man. I learned in Naples how to poison flowers; To strangle with a lawn thrust through the throat; To pierce the wind-pipe with a needle's point; Or, whilst one is asleep, to take a quill And blow a little powder in his ears; Or open his mouth, and pour quick-silver down. But yet I have a braver way than these. Mor. jun. What's that? Light. Nay, you shall pardon me, none shall know my tricks. Mor. jun. Icare not how it is, so it be not 'spied. Deliver this to Gurney and Matrevis. At every ten mile end thou hast a horse. Take this, away; and never see me more. Light. No! Mor. jun. No; unless thou bring me news of Edward's death. Light. That will I quickly do; farewell, my lord. [Exit. And with a lowly congé to the ground, Feared am I more than loved-let me be feared; Bish. Long live king Edward, by the grace of God, King of England, and lord of Ireland! Cham. If any Christian, Heathen, Turk, or Jew, Mor. jun. None comes, sound trumpets. Enter Soldiers, with the Earl of KENT prisoner. Mor. jun. What traitor have we there with blades and bills? 48 A breeching-A whipping. So, in Massinger's Unnatural Combat, A. 1. S. 1: "Tales out of school! take heed, you will be breeched else." The Bashful Lover, A. 1. S. 1: "You will be breeched, boy, "For your physical maxims." The Guardian, A. 1. S. 1 : "How he looks like a school-boy that had played the truant, "And went to be breached." Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew, A. 3. S. 1: |