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Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY.
Light. Run for the table.
[MATREVIS brings in a table. 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, who dies.
Exeunt with the bodies.
Enter Young MORTIMER and MATREVIS.
Y. Mor. Matrevis, if thou now growest penitent
Mat. Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fear
Y. Mor. Fly to the savages !
[Exit. 1 The scene is an apartment in the royal palace.
Y. Mor. As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge tree,
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA.
Y. Mor, What if he have ? the king is yet a child.
Q. Isab. Ay, 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. Ay me! see where he comes, and they with him ; Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy.
Enter KING EDWARD THE THIRD, Lords, and Attendants.
ist Lord. Fear not, my lord, know that you are a king. K. Edw. Third. Villain ! Y. Mor. Ho, now, my
lord ! K. Edw. Third. Think not that I am frighted with thy
Q. Isab. Weep not, sweet son !
ist Lord. Why speak you not unto my lord the king ?
Y. Mor. Because I think it scorn to be accused. Who is the man dares say I murdered him ?
K. Edw. Third. Traitor! in me my loving father speaks, And plainly saith, 'twas thou that murder'dst him.
Y. Mor. But has your grace no other proof than this ? K. Edw. Third. Yes, if this be the hand of Mortimer.
[Shewing letter. Y. Mor. False Gurney hath betrayed me and himself.
[Aside. Q. Isab. I feared as much ; murder cannot be hid.
[Aside. Y. Mor. It is my hand ; what gather you by this ? K. Edw. Third. That thither thou didst send a murderer. Y. Mor. What murderer ? Bring forth the man I
sent. K. Edw. Third. Ah, Mortimer, thou knowest that he is
And so shalt thou be too –Why stays he here
Q. Isab. For my sake, sweet son, pity Mortimer
Y. Mor. Madam, entreat not, I will rather die, Than sue for life unto a paltry boy. K. Edw. Third. Hence with the traitor ! with the mur
derer ! 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 touched, 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.
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K. Edw. Third. What! suffer you the traitor to delay?
[Young MORTIMER is taken away by ist Lord
and Attendants. Q. Isab. As thou receivedest thy life from me, Spill not the blood of gentle Mortimer ! K. Edw. Third. This argues that you spilt my father's
Q. Isab. I spill his blood ? no.
Q. Isab. That rumour is untrue; for loving thee, Is this report raised on poor Isabel. .
K. Edw. Third. I do not think her so unnatural. 2nd Lord. My lord, I fear me it will prove too true. K. Edw. Third. 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.
Q. Isab. Nay, to my death, for too long have I lived, Whenas my son thinks to abridge my days. K. Edw. Third. Away with her, her words enforce these
tears, And I shall pity her if she speak again.
Q. Isab. Shall I not mourn for my beloved lord, And with the rest accompany him to his grave? 2nd Lord. Thus, madam, 'tis the king's will you shall
hence. Q. Isab. He hath forgotten me; stay, I am his mother. 2nd Lord. That boots not; therefore, gentle madam,
go. Q. Isab. Then come, sweet death, and rid me of this grief.
Re-enter ist Lord, with the head of Young MORTIMER.
ist Lord. My lord, here is the head of Mortimer.
shall lie ;
Re-enter Attendants with the hearse and funeral robes.