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K. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist :-
Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul !

Light. Run for the table.
K. Edw. O spare me, or despatch me in a trice.

[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?
Gur. Excellent well : take this for thy reward.

[GURNEY stabs LIGHTBORN, who dies.
Come, let us cast the body in the moat,
And bear the king's to Mortimer our lord :

Exeunt with the bodies.



Y. Mor. Is't done, Matrevis, and the murderer dead ?
Mat. Ay, my good lord ; I would it were undone !

Y. Mor. Matrevis, if thou now growest penitent
I'll be thy ghostly father; therefore choose,
Whether thou wilt be secret in this,
Or else die by the hand of Mortimer.

Mat. Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fear
Betray us both, therefore let me fly.

Y. Mor. Fly to the savages !
Mat. I humbly thank your honour.

[Exit. 1 The scene is an apartment in the royal palace.



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 !

Q. Isab. Ah, Mortimer, the king my son hath news
His father's dead, and we have murdered him !

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

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
His kingly body was too soon interred.

Q. Isab. Weep not, sweet son !
K. Edw. Third. Forbid me not to weep; he was my

And, had you loved him half so well as I,
You could not bear his death thus patiently.
But you, I fear, conspired with Mortimer.

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


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.

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

Else would you not entreat for Mortimer.

Q. Isab. I spill his blood ? no.
K. Edw. Third. Ay, madam, you; for so the rumour


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.
K. Edw. Third. Go fetch my father's hearse, where it

shall lie ;
And bring my funeral robes. [Exeunt Attendants.

Accursed head,
Could I have ruled thee then, as I do now,
Thou had'st not hatched this monstrous treachery !-
Here comes the hearse ; help me to mourn, my



Re-enter Attendants with the hearse and funeral robes.
Sweet father, here unto thy murdered ghost
I offer up this wicked traitor's head;
And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes,
Be witness of my grief and innocency.


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