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O level all your looks upon these daring men,
That wrongs their liege and sovereign, England's king.

Gaveston, 'tis for thee that I am wronged,
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.

Enter KENT.

Gur. How now, who comes there?
Mat. Guard the king sure: it is the Earl of Kent.


Enter Soldiers. 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; 60 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. (Exeunı MATREVIS and GURNEY, with the King.

KENT and the Soldiers remain.

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. I, lead me whither you will, even to my death, Seeing that my brother cannot be released.




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 est Fear not to kill the king 'tis good he die. But read it thus, and that's another sense : Edwardum occidere nolite timere bonum est Kill 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 caused it to be done. Within this room is locked the messenger,

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1 Scene: the Royal Palace, London,

That 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!


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. I, I, 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 killed a man.

I learned in Naples how to poison flowers;
To strangle with a lawn thrust through 1 the throat;
To pierce the windpipe with the 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 quicksilver down.
And 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.
At every ten mile end thou hast a horse.
Take this, away, and never see me more.

i So ed. 1598.-Eds. 1612, 1622, “down.”

Light. No!

Y. Mor. No;
Unless thou bring me news of Edward's death.
Light. That will I quickly do; farewell, my lord.

Y. Mor. The prince I rule, the queen do I command,
And with a lowly congé to the ground,
The proudest lords salute me as I pass :
I seal, I cancel, I do what I will :
Feared am I more than loved-let me be feared ;
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,
First I complain of imbecility,

60 Saying it is onus quam gravissimum; Till being interrupted by my friends, Suscepi that provinciam as they term it; And to conclude, I am Protector now. Now is all sure, the queen and Mortimer Shall rule the realm, the king; and none rules us. Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance ; And what I list command who dare control ? Major sum quam cui possit fortuna nocere. 1 And that this be the coronation-day,


i Ovid Metam, vi. 195.

It pleaseth me, and Isabel the queen.

[Trumpets within. The trumpets sound, I must go take my place.


Nobles, QUEEN.
Archbishop. Long live King Edward, by the grace of

King of England, and Lord of Ireland !

Cham. If any Christian, Heathen, Turk, or Jew,
Dare but affirm that Edward's not true king,
And will avouch his saying with the sword,
I am the champion that will combat with him.

Y. Mor. None comes, sound trumpets.
King. Champion, here's to thee. [Gives a purse.
Queen. Lord Mortimer, now take him to your charge. 80

Enter Soldiers, with the EARL OF KENT prisoner.
Y. Mor. What traitor have we there with blades and

bills ?
Sol. Edmund, the Earl of Kent.
King. 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 his rescue, Edmund? speak.

Kent. Mortimer, I did; he is our king,
And thou compell'st this prince to wear the crown.

1 The scene shifts to Westminster. 2 Old eds. “Bishop."

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