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Nor shall they now be tainted with a king's.
Light. To rid thee of thy life; Matrevis, come.
Enter MATREv is and GURNEY.
Enter MoRTIMER and MAT Revis.
Y. MoR. As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge tree; And others are but shrubs compared to me. All tremble at my name, and I fear none; Let's see who dare impeach me for his death. Enter the QUEEN. Queen. Ah, Mortimer, the king my son hath news, His father's dead, and we have murdered him. Y. MoR. What if he have 2 the king is yet a child 2 Queen. Aye, aye, but he tears his hair, and wrings his hands, And vows to be reveng'd upon us both. Into the council-chamber he is gone, To crave the aid and succour of his peers. Ah me! see where he comes, and they with him; Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy. Enter the KING, with the Londs. LoRDs. Fear not, my lord, know that you are a king. KING. Villain! Y. MoR. How now, my lord? KING. Think not that I am frightened with thy words ! My father's murder'd 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 His kingly body was too soon interr'd. Queen. Weep not, sweet sons
KING. Forbid not me to weep, he was my father; And, had you lov'd him half so well as I, You could not bear his death thus patiently. But you, I fear, conspir'd with Mortimer. Loads. Why speak you not unto my lord the king? - - Y. MoR. Because I think scorn to be accus’d. Who is the man dares say I murder'd him? --King. Traitor! in me my loving father speaks, And plainly saith, 'twas thou that murderest him. Y. MoR. But hath your grace no other proof than this? KING. Yes, if this be the hand of Mortimer. Y. MoR. False Gurney hath betray'd me and himself. QUEEN. I fear'd as much ; murder cannot be hid. Y. MoR. 'Tis my hand; what gather you by this? KING. That thither thou did'st send a murderer. Y. MoR. What murderer? Bring forth the man I sent. KING. Aye, Mortimer, thou know'st that he is slain; And so shalt thou be too. Why stays he here? 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, intreat not, I will rather die, Than sue for life unto a paltry boy.
KING. Hence with the traitor 1 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 touch'd, x 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 received'st 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 intreat for Mortimer. Queen. I spill his blood 7 no. KING. Aye, madam, you; for so the rumour runs. Queen. That rumour is untrue; for loving thee, Is this report rais'd on poor Isabel? KING. I do not think her so unnatural. 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, Think not to find me slack or pitiful.