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Y. Mor. Strike off his head, he shall have martial
King. Sweet mother, if I cannot pardon him,
Queen. Son, be content; I dare not speak a word.
King. Nor I, and yet methinks I should command;
Kent. Art thou king? must I die at thy command ?
brother or my son is king,
[They hale Kent away, and carry him to be beheaded.
King. And shall my uncle Edmund ride with us?
[Exeunt omnes. SCENE V.
Enter 1 MATREVIS and GURNEY.
Mat. Gurney, I wonder the king dies not,
Gur. And so do I, Matrevis : yesternight
Mat. He hath a body able to endure
Gur. Send for him out thence, and I will anger him.
Mat. Gurney, it was left unpointed for the nonce;
Light. Know ye this token? I must have the king.
1 Scene: Berkeley Castle.
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! Let him have the king.
[Aside. What else ? here is the keys, this is the lake, Do as you are commanded by my lord.
Light. I know what I must do; get you away.
Light. I, I; so, when I call you, bring It in.
Mat. Fear not thou that.
Gur. Here's a light, To go into the dungeon.
[Gives light, and exit with MATREVIS. Light. So ? now Must I about this gear ;3 ne'er was there any So finely handled as this king shall be. Foh, here's a place indeed, with all my heart ! Edw. Who's there? what light is that? wherefore Light. To comfort you, and bring you joyful news. 40
com'st thou ?
11.c., the dungeon full of mire and puddle. But perhaps we should read “lock.”
2 A curtain is drawn and the king is discovered in the dungeon. 3 Business.
Edw. Small comfort finds poor Edward in thy looks. Villain, I know thou com'st to murder me.
Light. To murder you, my most gracious lord !
Edw. Weep'st thou already ? list awhile to me.
50 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 sink Wherein the filth of all the castle falls.
Light. O villains !
Edw. And there in mire and puddle have I stood
i So eds, 1598, 1612.-Ed. 1622 “tottered.”
Light. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my
heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile, Edw. These looks of thine can harbour nought but death :
70 I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay; awhile 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 ? Edw. What mean'st thou to dissemble with me
thus ? Light. These hands were never stained with innocent
blood, Nor shall they now be tainted with a king's.
79 Edw. Forgive my thought 3 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 : 0! at that name I feel a hell of grief; where is my crown? Gone, gone; and do I remain alive ? 4
1 The feather-bed mentioned in l. 32. “ It was no doubt thrust upon the stage from the wing after the exit of Gurney and Matrevis.”-Dyce.
2 Old eds. “That and even."
3 Mr. Fleay would read “fau't" (i.e, fault), comparing Richard III, ii. 1, 104 :-—"His fault was thought.”
* So ed. 1598.-Omitted in eds. 1612, 1622.