King. Aye, Mortimer, thou know'st that he is slain; And so shalt thou be too. Why stays he here? Queen. For my sake, sweet son, pity Mortimer. King. Hence with the traitor! with the murderer! Y. Mor. Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy wheel There is a point, to which when men aspire, They tumble headlong down: that point I touched, 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. King. What suffer you the traitor to delay? [MORTIMER is taken away. Queen. As thou receivedest thy life from me, Spill not the blood of gentle Mortimer. King. This argues that you spilt my father's blood, Else would you not entreat for Mortimer. Queen. I spill his blood? no. King. Aye, madam, you; for so the rumour runs. Queen. That rumour is untrue; for loving thee, Is this report raised on poor Isabel? King. I do not think her so unnatural. Second Lord. My lord, I fear me it will prove too true. King. Mother, you are suspected for his death, And therefore we commit you to the Tower, Till farther trial may be made thereof; If you be guilty, though I be your son, Queen. Nay, to my death, for too long have I lived, Whenas my son thinks to abridge my days. King. Away with her, her words enforce these tears, And I shall pity her if she speak again. Queen. Shall I not mourn for my beloved lord, And with the rest accompany him to his grave? Lord. Thus, madam, 'tis the king's will you shall hence. Queen. He hath forgotten me; stay, I am his mother. Lord. That boots not; therefore, gentle madam, go. Queen. Then come, sweet death, and rid me of this grief. Re-enter a Lord, with the head of MORTIMER. [Exit. Lord. My lord, here is the head of Mortimer. Thou had'st not hatched this monstrous treachery. And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes, [Exeunt. Guise. Now, Guise, begin those deep-engender'd thoughts To burst abroad those never-dying flames Which cannot be extinguish'd but by blood: Although my downfall be the deepest hell. For this, this head, this heart, this hand, and sword, Matters of import aimed at by many, Yet understood by none; For this, hath heaven engender'd me of earth; Fie, I am ashan'd, however that I seem, Him, as a child, I daily win with words, The Mother-Queen works wonders for my sake, To supply my wants and necessity. Besides a thousand sturdy student Catholics; Then, Guise, Since thou hast all the cards within thy hands, That, with a rabblement of his heretics, Blinds Europe's eyes, and troubleth our estate. follow those in France That hinder our possession to the crown. As Cæsar to his soldiers, so say I Those that hate me will I learn to loathe. Give me a look, that, when I bend the brows, |