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And will avouch his saying with the sword,
Y. Mor. None comes, sound trumpets.
charge. Enter SOLDIERS with the EARL of Kext, prisoner. Y. Mor. What traitor have we there with blades
and bills? Sol. Edmund, the earl of Kent. King. What hath he done?
Sol. He would have taken the king away perforce, As we were bringing him to Killingworth. Y. Mor. Did you attempt his rescue, Edmund ?
King. Sweet mother, if I cannot pardon him,
word. King. Nor I, and yet methinks I should com
mand; But seeing I cannot, I'll intreat for him
My lord, if you will let my uncle live,
Kent. Art thou king? must I die at thy command?
[They hale Kent away, and carry him to be
beheaded. King. What safety may I look for at his hands, If that my uncle shall be murdered thus ? Queen. Fear not, sweet boy, I'll guard thee from
thy foes; Had Edmund liv'd, he would have sought thy death. Come, son, we'll ride a hunting in the park.
King. And shall my uncle Edmund ride with us?
That were enough to poison any man,
Gur. And so do I, Matrevis: yesternight
Mat. He hath a body able to endure
Mat. Gurney, it was left unpointed for the nonce ;
king Mar. Ay, stay awhile, thou shalt have answer
straight. This villain's sent to make away the king.
Gur. I thought as much.
Mat. And when the murder's done.
Light. I know what I must do, get you away.
See that in the next room I have a fire,
Mat. Very well.
So finely handled as this king shall be.
com'st thou ? Light. To comfort you, and bring you joyful news. 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 ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were us’d, For she relents at this your misery : And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, To see a king in this most piteous state ?
Edw. Weep'st thou already? list awhile to me, And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, 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 This ten day' space; and, lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distemper’d, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no I know not. O, would my blood drop out fiom every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes. Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont.
Light. O speak no more, my lord! this breaks
Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile.
life, My mind may be more steadfast 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 stain'd with in