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Light. You're overwatched, my lord; lie down and
rest. Edw. But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep, 90 For not these ten days have these eyes' lids 1 closed. Now as I speak they fall, and yet with fear Open again. O wherefore sitt'st thou here?
Light. If you mistrust me, I'll begone, my lord.
Edw. No, no, for if thou mean'st to murder me, Thou wilt return again, and therefore stay. [Sleeps.
Light. He sleeps.
Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears,
Light. To rid thee of thy life; Matrevis, come.
Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY.
Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist :
Light. Run for the table.
1 So eds. 1598, 1612, (“eies-lids").- Ed. 1622 "eye lids."
2 Eds. 1598, 1612, “O let me not die, yet stay, O stay a while.” Ed. 1622 “O let me not die yet! O stay a while" (and so Dyce). Mr. Fleay prints :
Let me not die yet ; stay, oh stay a while.”
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?
[GURNEY stabs LIGHTBORN.
[Exeunt with the bodies.
Enter1 MORTIMER and MATREVIS.
Y. Mor. Is't done, Matrevis, and the murderer dead ?
Y. Mor. Matrevis, if thou now? growest penitent
Mat. Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fear,
Y. Mor. Fly to the savages.
Y. Mor. As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge tree; And others are but shrubs compared to me.
1 Scene : the royal palace, London, 2 So ed. 1598.-Omitted in eds. 1612, 1622.
All tremble at my name, and I fear none;
Enter the QUEEN.
Y. Mor. What if he have ? the king is yet a child.
Queen. I,1 but he tears his hair, and wrings his hands, And vows to be revenged upon us both. Into the council-chamber he is gone, To crave the aid and succour of his peers. Aye me ! see where he comes, and they with him ; Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy.
Enter the King, with the Lords. First? Lord. Fear not, my lord, know that you are a
king King. Villain ! Y. Mor. Ho,3 now, my lord !
King. Think not that I am frighted with thy words ! My father's murdered through thy treachery; And thou shalt die, and on his mournful hearse Thy hateful and accursed head shall lie, To witness to the world, that by thy means
30 His kingly body was too soon interred.
Queen. Weep not, sweet son ! King. Forbid me not to weep, he was my father ; i The old eds. repeat “1." 2 The prefix in the old eds. is " Lords."
3 So ed. 1598.-Eds. 1612, 1622, How now, my Lord?” (which is perhaps the right reading).
And, had you loved him half so well as I,
First Lord. Why speak you not unto my lord the king?
Y. Mor. Because I think scorn to be accused. Who is the man dares say I murdered him? King. Traitor! in me my loving father speaks,
40 And plainly saith, 'twas thou that murder'dst him.
Y. Mor. But has your grace no other proof than this?
[Aside. Queen. I feared as much; murder cannot be hid.
[ Aside Y. Mor. It is my hand; what gather you by this ? King. That thither thou didst send a murderer. Y. Mor. What murderer ? Bring forth the man I sent.
King, I, Mortimer, thou knowest that he is slain; And so shalt thou be too. Why stays he here?
50 Bring him unto a hurdle, drag him forth, Hang him, I say, and set his quarters up, But bring his head back presently to me.
Queen. For my sake, sweet son, pity Mortimer.
Y. Mor. Madam, entreat not, I will rather die, Than sue for life unto a paltry boy.
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
1 Old eds. “ Lords."
They tumble headlong down : that point I touched, 60
[MORTIMER is taken away. Queen. As thou receivedst 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.
70 Queen. I spill his blood ? no.1 King. I, madam, you; for so the rumour runs.
Queen. That rumour is untrue; for loving thee,
King. I do not think her so unnatural.
King. Mother, you are suspected for his death,
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.
1 Omitted in eds, 1612, 1622. 2 Old eds. “Lords,"