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| − | Aller à l'[[Edward II (pièce, 1592), texte orignal acte 3|acte III]] - Retour à la pièce ''[[Edward II (pièce, 1592)|Edward II]]''
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| − | Texte original en anglais du quatrième acte de la pièce ''[[Edward II (pièce, 1592)|Edward II]]'' de [[Christopher Marlowe]], 1592, tiré de [http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Edward_II Wikisource].
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| − | ==Scene 1==
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| − | A room in Kenilworth Castle
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| − | ''Enter KING EDWARD, LEICESTER, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, and TRUSSEL.''
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| − | LEICESTER
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| − | :Be patient, good my lord, cease to lament.
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| − | :Imagine Killingworth Castle were your court,
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| − | :And that you lay for pleasure here a space,
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| − | :Not of compulsion or necessity. 4
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Leicester, if gentle words might comfort me,
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| − | :Thy speeches long ago had eas’d my sorrows;
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| − | :For kind and loving hast thou always been.
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| − | :The griefs of private men are soon allay’d, 8
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| − | :But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck,
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| − | :Runs to an herb that closeth up the wounds;
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| − | :But, when the imperial lion’s flesh is gored,
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| − | :He rends and tears it with his wrathful paw, 12
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| − | :And highly scorning that the lowly earth
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| − | :Should drink his blood, mounts up into the air.
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| − | :And so it fares with me, whose dauntless mind
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| − | :The ambitious Mortimer would seek to curb, 16
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| − | :And that unnatural queen, false Isabel,
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| − | :That thus hath pent and mew’d me in a prison;
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| − | :For such outrageous passions cloy my soul,
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| − | :As with the wings of rancour and disdain, 20
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| − | :Full often am I soaring up to Heaven,
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| − | :To plain me to the gods against them both.
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| − | :But when I call to mind I am a king,
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| − | :Methinks I should revenge me of my wrongs, 24
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| − | :That Mortimer and Isabel have done.
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| − | :But what are kings, when regiment 1 is gone,
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| − | :But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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| − | :My nobles rule, I bear the name of king; 28
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| − | :I wear the crown, but am controll’d by them,
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| − | :By Mortimer, and my unconstant queen,
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| − | :Who spots my nuptial bed with infamy;
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| − | :Whilst I am lodg’d within this cave of care, 32
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| − | :Where sorrow at my elbow still attends,
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| − | :To company my heart with sad laments,
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| − | :That bleeds within me for this strange exchange.
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| − | :But tell me, must I now resign my crown, 36
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| − | :To make usurping Mortimer a king?
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| − | BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
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| − | :Your grace mistakes; it is for England’s good,
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| − | :And princely Edward’s right we crave the crown.
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :No, ’tis for Mortimer, not Edward’s head; 40
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| − | :For he’s a lamb, encompassed by wolves,
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| − | :Which in a moment will abridge his life.
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| − | :But if proud Mortimer do wear this crown,
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| − | :Heavens turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire! 44
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| − | :Or like the snaky wreath of Tisiphon,
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| − | :Engirt the temples of his hateful head;
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| − | :So shall not England’s vine be perished,
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| − | :But Edward’s name survives, though Edward dies. 48
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| − | LEICESTER
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| − | :My lord, why waste you thus the time away?
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| − | :They stay your answer; will you yield your crown?
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Ah, Leicester, weigh how hardly I can brook
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| − | :To lose my crown and kingdom without cause; 52
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| − | :To give ambitious Mortimer my right,
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| − | :That like a mountain overwhelms my bliss,
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| − | :In which extreme my mind here murdered is.
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| − | :But what the heavens appoint, I must obey! 56
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| − | :Here, take my crown; the life of Edward too; ''Taking off the crown.''
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| − | :Two kings in England cannot reign at once.
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| − | :But stay awhile, let me be king till night,
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| − | :That I may gaze upon this glittering crown; 60
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| − | :So shall my eyes receive their last content,
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| − | :My head, the latest honour due to it,
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| − | :And jointly both yield up their wished right.
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| − | :Continue ever thou celestial sun; 64
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| − | :Let never silent night possess this clime:
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| − | :Stand still you watches of the element;
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| − | :All times and seasons, rest you at a stay,
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| − | :That Edward may be still fair England’s king! 68
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| − | :But day’s bright beam doth vanish fast away,
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| − | :And needs I must resign my wished crown.
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| − | :Inhuman creatures! nurs’d with tiger’s milk!
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| − | :Why gape you for your sovereign’s overthrow! 72
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| − | :My diadem I mean, and guiltless life.
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| − | :See, monsters, see, I’ll wear my crown again! ''He puts on the crown.''
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| − | :What, fear you not the fury of your king?
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| − | :But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly 2 led; 76
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| − | :They pass 3 not for thy frowns as late they did,
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| − | :But seek to make a new-elected king;
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| − | :Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts,
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| − | :Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments, 80
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| − | :And in this torment comfort find I none,
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| − | :But that I feel the crown upon my head;
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| − | :And therefore let me wear it yet awhile.
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| − | TRUSSEL
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| − | :My lord, the parliament must have present news, 84
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| − | :And therefore say, will you resign or no?
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| − | ''The KING rageth.''
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :I’ll not resign, but whilst I live be king.
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| − | :Traitors, be gone and join with Mortimer!
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| − | :Elect, conspire, install, do what you will:— 88
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| − | :Their blood and yours shall seal these treacheries!
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| − | BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
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| − | :This answer we’ll return, and so farewell.
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| − | ''Going with TRUSSEL.''
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| − | LEICESTER
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| − | :Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair;
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| − | :For if they go, the prince shall lose his right. 92
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Call thou them back, I have no power to speak.
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| − | LEICESTER
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| − | :My lord, the king is willing to resign.
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| − | BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
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| − | :If he be not, let him choose.
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :O would I might, but heavens and earth conspire 96
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| − | :To make me miserable! Here receive my crown;
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| − | :Receive it? No, these innocent hands of mine
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| − | :Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
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| − | :He of you all that most desires my blood, 100
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| − | :And will be called the murderer of a king,
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| − | :Take it. What, are you moved? Pity you me?
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| − | :Then send for unrelenting Mortimer,
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| − | :And Isabel, whose eyes, being turned to steel, 104
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| − | :Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear.
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| − | :Yet stay, for rather than I’ll look on them,
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| − | :Here, here! ''Gives the crown.''
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| − | :: Now, sweet God of Heaven, 108
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| − | :Make me despise this transitory pomp,
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| − | :And sit for aye enthronized in Heaven!
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| − | :Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes,
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| − | :Or if I live, let me forget myself. 112
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| − | BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
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| − | :My lord—
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Call me not lord; away—out of my sight!
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| − | :Ah, pardon me: grief makes me lunatic!
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| − | :Let not that Mortimer protect my son; 116
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| − | :More safety is there in a tiger’s jaws,
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| − | :Than his embracements. Bear this to the queen,
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| − | :Wet with my tears, and dried again with sighs; ''Gives a handkerchief.''
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| − | :If with the sight thereof she be not mov’d, 120
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| − | :Return it back and dip it in my blood.
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| − | :Commend me to my son, and bid him rule
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| − | :Better than I. Yet how have I transgress’d,
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| − | :Unless it be with too much clemency? 124
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| − | TRUSSEL
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| − | :And thus most humbly do we take our leave.
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Farewell;
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| − | ''Exeunt the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and TRUSSEL.''
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| − | :I know the next news that they bring
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| − | :Will be my death; and welcome shall it be; 128
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| − | :To wretched men, death is felicity.
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| − | ''Enter BERKELEY, (who gives a paper to LEICESTER)''
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| − | LEICESTER
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| − | :Another post! what news brings he?
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Such news as I expect—come, Berkeley, come,
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| − | :And tell thy message to my naked breast. 132
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| − | BERKELEY
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| − | :My lord, think not a thought so villainous
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| − | :Can harbour in a man of noble birth.
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| − | :To do your highness service and devoir,
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| − | :And save you from your foes, Berkeley would die. 136
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| − | LEICESTER
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| − | :My lord, the council of the queen commands
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| − | :That I resign my charge.
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :And who must keep me now? Must you, my lord?
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| − | BERKELEY
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| − | :Ay, my most gracious lord; so ’tis decreed. 140
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| − | KING EDWARD''taking the paper.''
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| − | :By Mortimer, whose name is written here!
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| − | :Well may I rend his name that rends my heart! ''Tears it.''
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| − | :This poor revenge has something eas’d my mind.
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| − | :So may his limbs be torn, as is this paper! 144
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| − | :Hear me, immortal Jove, and grant it too!
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| − | BERKELEY
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| − | :Your grace must hence with me to Berkeley straight.
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Whither you will; all places are alike,
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| − | :And every earth is fit for burial. 148
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| − | LEICESTER
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| − | :Favour him, my lord, as much as lieth in you.
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| − | BERKELEY
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| − | :Even so betide my soul as I use him.
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Mine enemy hath pitied my estate,
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| − | :And that’s the cause that I am now remov’d. 152
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| − | BERKELEY
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| − | :And thinks your grace that Berkeley will be cruel?
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :I know not; but of this am I assured,
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| − | :That death ends all, and I can die but once.
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| − | :Leicester, farewell! 156
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| − | LEICESTER
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| − | :Not yet, my lord; I’ll bear you on your way.
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| − | ''Exeunt.''
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| − | ==Scene 2==
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| − | The royal palace
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| − | ''Enter QUEEN ISABELLA and Young MORTIMER''
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Fair Isabel, now have we our desire;
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| − | :The proud corrupters of the light-brain’d king
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| − | :Have done their homage to the lofty gallows,
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| − | :And he himself lies in captivity. 4
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| − | :Be rul’d by me, and we will rule the realm.
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| − | :In any case take heed of childish fear,
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| − | :For now we hold an old wolf by the ears,
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| − | :That, if he slip, will seize upon us both, 8
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| − | :And gripe the sorer, being grip’d himself.
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| − | :Think therefore, madam, that imports us much
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| − | :To erect your son with all the speed we may,
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| − | :And that I be protector over him; 12
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| − | :For our behoof will bear the greater sway
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| − | :Whenas a king’s name shall be under writ.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Sweet Mortimer, the life of Isabel,
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| − | :Be thou persuaded that I love thee well, 16
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| − | :And therefore, so the prince my son be safe,
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| − | :Whom I esteem as dear as these mine eyes,
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| − | :Conclude against his father what thou wilt,
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| − | :And I myself will willingly subscribe. 20
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :First would I hear news that he were depos’d,
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| − | :And then let me alone to handle him.
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| − | ''Enter MESSENGER''
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| − | :Letters! from whence?
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| − | MESSENGER
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| − | :From Killingworth, my lord. 24
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :How fares my lord the king?
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| − | MESSENGER
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| − | :In health, madam, but full of pensiveness.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Alas, poor soul, would I could ease his grief!
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| − | ''Enter the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with the crown.''
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| − | :Thanks, gentle Winchester.
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| − | ''To the Messenger.''
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| − | :Sirrah, be gone.
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| − | ''Exit Messenger.'' 28
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| − | BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
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| − | :The king hath willingly resign’d his crown.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :O happy news! send for the prince, my son.
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| − | BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
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| − | :Further, or this letter was seal’d, Lord Berkeley came,
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| − | :So that he now is gone from Killingworth; 32
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| − | :And we have heard that Edmund laid a plot
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| − | :To set his brother free; no more but so.
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| − | :The lord of Berkeley is as pitiful
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| − | :As Leicester that had charge of him before. 36
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Then let some other be his guardian.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Let me alone, here is the privy seal.
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| − | ''Exit the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER.''
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| − | :Who’s there?—Call hither Gurney and Matrevis.
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| − | ''To Attendants within.''
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| − | :To dash the heavy-headed Edmund’s drift, 40
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| − | :Berkeley shall be discharg’d, the king remov’d,
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| − | :And none but we shall know where he lieth.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :But, Mortimer, as long as he survives,
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| − | :What safety rests for us, or for my son? 44
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Speak, shall he presently be despatch’d and die?
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :I would he were, so ’twere not by my means.
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| − | ''Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY''
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Enough.—
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| − | :Matrevis, write a letter presently 48
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| − | :Unto the lord of Berkeley from ourself
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| − | :That he resign the king to thee and Gurney;
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| − | :And when ’tis done, we will subscribe our name.
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :It shall be done, my lord. ''Writes.'' 52
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Gurney.
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| − | GURNEY
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| − | :My lord.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :As thou intend’st to rise by Mortimer,
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| − | :Who now makes Fortune’s wheel turn as he please, 56
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| − | :Seek all the means thou canst to make him droop,
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| − | :And neither give him kind word nor good look.
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| − | GURNEY
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| − | :I warrant you, my lord.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :And this above the rest: because we hear 60
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| − | :That Edmund casts to work his liberty,
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| − | :Remove him still from thence place to place by night,
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| − | :Till at the last he come to Killingworth,
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| − | :And then from thence to Berkeley back again; 64
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| − | :And by the way, to make him fret the more,
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| − | :Speak curstly to him, and in any case
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| − | :Let no man comfort him; if he chance to weep,
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| − | :But amplify his grief with bitter words. 68
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :Fear not, my lord, we’ll do as you command.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :So now away; post thitherwards amain.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Whither goes this letter? To my lord the king?
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| − | :Commend me humbly to his majesty, 72
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| − | :And tell him that I labour all in vain
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| − | :To ease his grief, and work his liberty;
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| − | :And bear him this as witness of my love. ''Gives a ring.''
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :I will, madam. ''Exit with GURNEY.'' 76
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| − | ''Enter PRINCE EDWARD, and KENT talking with him''
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Finely dissembled. Do so still, sweet queen.
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| − | :Here comes the young prince with the Earl of Kent.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Something he whispers in his childish ears.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :If he have such access unto the prince, 80
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| − | :Our plots and stratagems will soon be dash’d.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Use Edmund friendly, as if all were well.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :How fares my honourable lord of Kent?
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :In health, sweet Mortimer. How fares your grace? 84
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Well, if my lord your brother were enlarg’d.
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :I hear of late he hath depos’d himself.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :The more my grief.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :And mine. 88
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Ah, they do dissemble! ''Aside.''
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Sweet son, come hither, I must talk with thee.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :You being his uncle, and the next of blood,
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| − | :Do look to be protector o’er the prince. 92
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Not I, my lord; who should protect the son,
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| − | :But she that gave him life? I mean the queen.
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| − | PRINCE EDWARD
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| − | :Mother, persuade me not to wear the crown:
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| − | :Let him be king—I am too young to reign. 96
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :But be content, seeing ’tis his highness’ pleasure.
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| − | PRINCE EDWARD
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| − | :Let me but see him first, and then I will.
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Ay, do, sweet nephew.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Brother, you know it is impossible. 100
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| − | PRINCE EDWARD
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| − | :Why, is he dead?
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :No, God forbid!
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :I would those words proceeded from your heart.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him, 104
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| − | :That wast the cause of his imprisonment?
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :The more cause have I now to make amends.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER''Aside to Q. ISAB.''
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| − | :I tell thee, ’tis not meet that one so false
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| − | :Should come about the person of a prince.— 108
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| − | :My lord, he hath betray’d the king his brother,
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| − | :And therefore trust him not.
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| − | PRINCE EDWARD
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| − | :But he repents, and sorrows for it now.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Come, son, and go with this gentle lord and me. 112
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| − | PRINCE EDWARD
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| − | :With you I will, but not with Mortimer.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Why, youngling, ’sdain’st thou so of Mortimer?
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| − | :Then I will carry thee by force away.
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| − | PRINCE EDWARD
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| − | :Help, uncle Kent! Mortimer will wrong me. 116
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Brother Edmund, strive not; we are his friends;
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| − | :Isabel is nearer than the Earl of Kent.
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Sister, Edward is my charge, redeem him.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Edward is my son, and I will keep him. 120
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Mortimer shall know that he hath wrong’d me!—
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| − | :Hence will I haste to Killingworth Castle,
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| − | :And rescue aged Edward from his foes,
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| − | :To be reveng’d on Mortimer and thee. ''Aside.''
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| − | ''Exeunt (on one side QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, and Young MORTIMER; on the other KENT.)''
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| − | ==Scene 3==
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| − | Kenilworth Castle
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| − | ''Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY (and Soldiers,) with KING EDWARD''
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :My lord, be not pensive, we are your friends;
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| − | :Men are ordain’d to live in misery,
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| − | :Therefore come,—dalliance dangereth our lives.
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Friends, whither must unhappy Edward go? 4
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| − | :Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest?
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| − | :Must I be vexed like the nightly bird,
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| − | :Whose sight is loathsome to all winged fowls?
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| − | :When will the fury of his mind assuage? 8
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| − | :When will his heart be satisfied with blood?
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| − | :If mine will serve, unbowel straight this breast,
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| − | :And give my heart to Isabel and him;
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| − | :It is the chiefest mark they level at. 12
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| − | GURNEY
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| − | :Not so my liege, the queen hath given this charge
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| − | :To keep your grace in safety;
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| − | :Your passions make your dolours to increase.
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :This usage makes my misery to increase. 16
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| − | :But can my air of life continue long
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| − | :When all my senses are annoy’d with stench?
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| − | :Within a dungeon England’s king is kept,
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| − | :Where I am starv’d for want of sustenance. 20
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| − | :My daily diet is heart-breaking sobs,
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| − | :That almost rents the closet of my heart.
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| − | :Thus lives old Edward not reliev’d by any,
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| − | :And so must die, though pitied by many. 24
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| − | :O, water, gentle friends, to cool my thirst,
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| − | :And clear my body from foul excrements!
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :Here’s channel water, as our charge is given.
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| − | :Sit down, for we’ll be barbers to your grace. 28
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :Traitors, away! What, will you murder me,
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| − | :Or choke your sovereign with puddle water?
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| − | GURNEY
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| − | :No; but wash your face, and shave away your beard,
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| − | :Lest you be known and so be rescued. 32
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :Why strive you thus? Your labour is in vain!
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :The wren may strive against the lion’s strength,
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| − | :But all in vain: so vainly do I strive
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| − | :To seek for mercy at a tyrant’s hand. They wash him with puddle water, and shave his beard away. 36
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| − | :Immortal powers! that knows the painful cares
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| − | :That wait upon my poor distressed soul,
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| − | :O level all your looks upon these daring men,
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| − | :That wrongs their liege and sovereign, England’s king! 40
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| − | :O Gaveston, ’tis for thee that I am wrong’d,
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| − | :For me, both thou and both the Spencers died!
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| − | :And for your sakes a thousand wrongs I’ll take.
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| − | :The Spencers’ ghosts, wherever they remain, 44
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| − | :Wish well to mine; then tush, for them I’ll die.
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :’Twixt theirs and yours shall be no enmity.
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| − | :Come, come away; now put the torches out,
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| − | :We’ll enter in by darkness to Killingworth. 48
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| − |
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| − | ''Enter KENT''
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| − |
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| − | GURNEY
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| − | :How now, who comes there?
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :Guard the king sure: it is the Earl of Kent.
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :O gentle brother, help to rescue me!
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :Keep them asunder; thrust in the king. 52
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Soldiers, let me but talk to him one word.
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| − | GURNEY
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| − | :Lay hands upon the earl for his assault.
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Lay down your weapons, traitors! Yield the king!
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :Edmund, yield thou thyself, or thou shalt die. 56
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Base villains, wherefore do you gripe me thus?
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| − | GURNEY
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| − | :Bind him and so convey him to the court.
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Where is the court but here? Here is the king;
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| − | :And I will visit him; why stay you me? 60
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :The court is where Lord Mortimer remains;
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| − | :Thither shall your honour go; and so farewell.
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| − | ''Exeunt MATREVIS and GURNEY, with KING EDWARD.''
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| − |
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :O miserable is that commonweal,
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| − | :Where lords keep courts, and kings are locked in prison! 64
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| − | SOLDIER
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| − | :Wherefore stay we? On, sirs, to the court!
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Ay, lead me whither you will, even to my death,
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| − | :Seeing that my brother cannot be releas’d. Exeunt.
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| − |
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| − | ==Scene 4==
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| − | The royal palace
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| − |
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| − | ''Enter Young MORTIMER''
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| − |
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :The king must die, or Mortimer goes down;
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| − | :The commons now begin to pity him.
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| − | :Yet he that is the cause of Edward’s death,
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| − | :Is sure to pay for it when his son’s of age; 4
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| − | :And therefore will I do it cunningly.
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| − | :This letter, written by a friend of ours,
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| − | :Contains his death, yet bids them save his life. ''Reads.''
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| − | :“Edwardum occidere nolite timere, bonum est 8
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| − | :Fear not to kill the king, ’tis good he die.”
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| − | :But read it thus, and that’s another sense:
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| − | :“Edwardum occidere nolite, timere bonum est
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| − | :Kill not the king, ’tis good to fear the worst.” 12
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| − | :Unpointed as it is, thus shall it go,
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| − | :That, being dead, if it chance to be found,
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| − | :Matrevis and the rest may bear the blame,
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| − | :And we be quit that caus’d it to be done. 16
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| − | :Within this room is lock’d the messenger
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| − | :That shall convey it, and perform the rest;
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| − | :And by a secret token that he bears,
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| − | :Shall he be murdered when the deed is done.— 20
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| − | :Lightborn, come forth!
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| − |
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| − | ''Enter LIGHTBORN''
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| − |
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| − | :Art thou as resolute as thou wast?
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :What else, my lord? And far more resolute.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :And hast thou cast how to accomplish it? 24
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :Ay, ay, and none shall know which way he died.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :But at his looks, Lightborn, thou wilt relent.
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :Relent! ha, ha! I use much to relent.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Well, do it bravely, and be secret. 28
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :You shall not need to give instructions;
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| − | :’Tis not the first time I have kill’d a man.
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| − | :I learn’d in Naples how to poison flowers;
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| − | :To strangle with a lawn thrust through the throat; 32
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| − | :To pierce the windpipe with a needle’s point;
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| − | :Or whilst one is asleep, to take a quill
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| − | :And blow a little powder in his ears;
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| − | :Or open his mouth and pour quicksilver down. 36
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| − | :And yet I have a braver way than these.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :What’s that?
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :Nay, you shall pardon me; none shall know my tricks.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :I care not how it is, so it be not spied. ''Gives letter.'' 40
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| − | :Deliver this to Gurney and Matrevis.
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| − | :At every ten mile end thou hast a horse.
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| − | :Take this; ''Gives money'' away! and never see me more.
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :No! 44
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :No;
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| − | :Unless thou bring me news of Edward’s death.
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :That will I quickly do. Farewell, my lord.
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| − | ''Exit.''
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :The prince I rule, the queen do I command, 48
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| − | :And with a lowly conge to the ground,
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| − | :The proudest lords salute me as I pass;
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| − | :I seal, I cancel, I do what I will.
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| − | :Fear’d am I more than lov’d;—let me be fear’d, 52
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| − | :And when I frown, make all the court look pale.
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| − | :I view the prince with Aristarchus’ eyes,
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| − | :Whose looks were as a breeching to a boy.
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| − | :They thrust upon me the protectorship, 56
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| − | :And sue to me for that that I desire.
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| − | :While at the council-table, grave enough,
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| − | :And not unlike a bashful puritan,
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| − | :First I complain of imbecility, 60
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| − | :Saying it is onus quam gravissimum, 2
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| − | :Till being interrupted by my friends,
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| − | :Suscepi that provinciam as they term it;
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| − | :And to conclude, I am Protector now. 64
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| − | :Now is all sure: the queen and Mortimer
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| − | :Shall rule the realm, the king; and none rule us.
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| − | :Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance;
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| − | :And what I list command who dare control? 68
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| − | :Major sum quam cui possit fortuna nocere.
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| − | :And that this be the coronation-day,
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| − | :It pleaseth me, and Isabel the queen. ''Trumpets within.''
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| − | :The trumpets sound, I must go take my place. 72
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| − |
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| − | ''Enter the Young KING, QUEEN ISABELLA, the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, Champion and Nobles''
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| − |
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| − | ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY
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| − | :Long live King Edward, by the grace of God
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| − | :King of England and Lord of Ireland!
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| − | CHAMPION
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| − | :If any Christian, Heathen, Turk, or Jew,
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| − | :Dares but affirm that Edward’s not true king, 76
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| − | :And will avouch his saying with the sword,
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| − | :I am the champion that will combat him.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :None comes, sound trumpets. ''Trumpets sound.''
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Champion, here’s to thee. ''Gives a purse.'' 80
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Lord Mortimer, now take him to your charge.
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| − |
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| − | ''Enter Soldiers, with KENT prisoner''
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| − |
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :What traitor have we there with blades and bills?
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| − | SOLDIER
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| − | :Edmund, the Earl of Kent.
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :What hath he done? 84
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| − | SOLDIER
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| − | :A would have taken the king away perforce,
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| − | :As we were bringing him to Killingworth.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Did you attempt this rescue, Edmund? Speak.
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Mortimer, I did; he is our king, 88
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| − | :And thou compell’st this prince to wear the crown.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Strike off his head! he shall have martial law.
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Strike off my head! Base traitor, I defy thee!
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :My lord, he is my uncle, and shall live. 92
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :My lord, he is your enemy, and shall die.
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Stay, villains!
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Sweet mother, if I cannot pardon him,
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| − | :Entreat my Lord Protector for his life. 96
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Son, be content; I dare not speak a word.
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Nor I, and yet methinks I should command;
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| − | :But, seeing I cannot, I’ll entreat for him—
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| − | :My lord, if you will let my uncle live, 100
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| − | :I will requite it when I come to age.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :’Tis for your highness’ good, and for the realm’s.—
| |
| − | :How often shall I bid you bear him hence?
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Art thou king? Must I die at thy command? 104
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
| |
| − | :At our command—Once more away with him.
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| − | EDMUND, EARL of KENT
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| − | :Let me but stay and speak; I will not go.
| |
| − | :Either my brother or his son is king,
| |
| − | :And none of both them thirst for Edmund’s blood: 108
| |
| − | :And therefore, soldiers, whither will you hale me?
| |
| − | ''Soldiers hale KENT away, to be beheaded. ''
| |
| − |
| |
| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
| |
| − | :What safety may I look for at his hands,
| |
| − | :If that my uncle shall be murdered thus?
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
| |
| − | :Fear not, sweet boy, I’ll guard thee from thy foes; 112
| |
| − | :Had Edmund lived, he would have sought thy death.
| |
| − | :Come, son, we’ll ride a-hunting in the park.
| |
| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
| |
| − | :And shall my uncle Edmund ride with us?
| |
| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
| |
| − | :He is a traitor; think not on him; come.
| |
| − | ''Exeunt.'' 116
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| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ==Scene 5==
| |
| − | Berkeley Castle
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ''Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY''
| |
| − |
| |
| − | MATREVIS
| |
| − | :Gurney, I wonder the king dies not,
| |
| − | :Being in a vault up to the knees in water,
| |
| − | :To which the channels of the castle run,
| |
| − | :From whence a damp continually ariseth, 4
| |
| − | :That were enough to poison any man,
| |
| − | :Much more a king brought up so tenderly.
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| − | GURNEY
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| − | :And so do I, Matrevis: yesternight
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| − | :I opened but the door to throw him meat, 8
| |
| − | :And I was almost stifled with the savour.
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :He hath a body able to endure
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| − | :More than we can inflict: and therefore now
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| − | :Let us assail his mind another while. 12
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| − | GURNEY
| |
| − | :Send for him out thence, and I will anger him.
| |
| − | MATREVIS
| |
| − | :But stay, who’s this?
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ''Enter LIGHTBORN''
| |
| − |
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :My Lord Protector greets you. ''Gives letter.''
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| − | GURNEY
| |
| − | :What’s here? I know not how to construe it. 16
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| − | MATREVIS
| |
| − | :Gurney, it was left unpointed for the nonce;
| |
| − | :“Edwardum occidere nolite timere,”
| |
| − | :That’s his meaning.
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :Know ye this token? I must have the king. ''Gives token.'' 20
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| − | MATREVIS
| |
| − | :Ay, stay awhile, thou shalt have answer straight.
| |
| − | :This villain’s sent to make away the king. ''Aside.''
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| − | GURNEY
| |
| − | :I thought as much. ''Aside.''
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| − | MATREVIS
| |
| − | :And when the murder’s done, 24
| |
| − | :See how he must be handled for his labour.
| |
| − | :Pereat iste! Let him have the king. ''Aside.''
| |
| − | :What else? Here is the key, this is the lake,
| |
| − | :Do as you are commanded by my lord. 28
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| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :I Know what I must do. Get you away.
| |
| − | :Yet be not far off, I shall need your help;
| |
| − | :See that in the next room I have a fire,
| |
| − | :And get me a spit, and let it be red-hot. 32
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| − | MATREVIS
| |
| − | :Very well.
| |
| − | GURNEY
| |
| − | :Need you anything besides?
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :What else? A table and a feather-bed.
| |
| − | GURNEY
| |
| − | :That’s all? 36
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| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :Ay, ay; so, when I call you, bring it in.
| |
| − | MATREVIS
| |
| − | :Fear not thou that.
| |
| − | GURNEY
| |
| − | :Here’s a light, to go into the dungeon. ''Gives a light, and then exit with MATREVIS.''
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :So now 40
| |
| − | :Must I about this gear; ne’er was there any
| |
| − | :So finely handled as this king shall be.
| |
| − | :For, here’s a place indeed, with all my heart!
| |
| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :Who’s there? What light is that? wherefore com’st thou? 44
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :To comfort you, and bring you joyful news.
| |
| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :Small comfort finds poor Edward in thy looks.
| |
| − | :Villain, I know thou com’st to murder me.
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :To murder you, my most gracious lord! 48
| |
| − | :Far is it from my heart to do you harm.
| |
| − | :The queen sent me to see how you were used,
| |
| − | :For she relents at this your misery:
| |
| − | :And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, 52
| |
| − | :To see a king in this most piteous state?
| |
| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :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, 56
| |
| − | :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.
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| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :O villains! 60
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| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :And there in mire and puddle have I stood
| |
| − | :This ten days’ space; and, lest that I should sleep,
| |
| − | :One plays continually upon a drum.
| |
| − | :They give me bread and water, being a king; 64
| |
| − | :So that, for want of sleep and sustenance,
| |
| − | :My mind’s distempered, and my body’s numb’d,
| |
| − | :And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
| |
| − | :O, would my blood dropp’d out from every vein, 68
| |
| − | :As doth this water from my tattered 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. 72
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| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :O speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart.
| |
| − | :Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile.
| |
| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :These looks of thine can harbour nought but death:
| |
| − | :I see my tragedy written in thy brows. 76
| |
| − | :Yet stay a while; forbear thy bloody hand,
| |
| − | :And let me see the stroke before it comes,
| |
| − | :That even then when I shall lose my life,
| |
| − | :My mind may be more steadfast on my God. 80
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| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :What means your highness to mistrust me thus?
| |
| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :What mean’st thou to dissemble with me thus?
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :These hands were never stain’d with innocent blood,
| |
| − | :Nor shall they now be tainted with a king’s. 84
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| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :Forgive my thought for having such a thought.
| |
| − | :One jewel have I left; receive thou this. ''Giving jewel.''
| |
| − | :Still fear I, and I know not what’s the cause,
| |
| − | :But every joint shakes as I give it thee. 88
| |
| − | :O, if thou harbour’st murder in thy heart,
| |
| − | :Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul!
| |
| − | :Know that I am a king: O, at that name
| |
| − | :I feel a hell of grief! Where is my crown? 92
| |
| − | :Gone, gone! and do I still remain alive?
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :You’re overwatch’d, my lord; lie down and rest.
| |
| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep;
| |
| − | :For not these ten days have these eye-lids clos’d. 96
| |
| − | :Now as I speak they fall, and yet with fear
| |
| − | :Open again. O wherefore sitt’st thou here?
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :If you mistrust me, I’ll begone, my lord.
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| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :No, no, for if thou mean’st to murder me, 100
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| − | :Thou wilt return again, and therefore stay. ''Sleeps.''
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :He sleeps.
| |
| − | KING EDWARD''waking''.
| |
| − | :O let me not die yet! O stay a while!
| |
| − | LIGHTBORN
| |
| − | :How now, my lord? 104
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| − | KING EDWARD
| |
| − | :Something still buzzeth in mine ears,
| |
| − | :And tells me if I sleep I never wake;
| |
| − | :This fear is that which makes me tremble thus.
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| − | :And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? 108
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :To rid thee of thy life.—Matrevis, come!
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| − | ''Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY''
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :I am too weak and feeble to resist:—
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| − | :Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul!
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :Run for the table. 112
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| − | KING EDWARD
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| − | :O spare me, or despatch me in a trice. ''MATREVIS brings in a table.''
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :So, lay the table down, and stamp on it,
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| − | :But not too hard, lest that you bruise his body.
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| − | ''KING EDWARD is murdered.''
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :I fear me that this cry will raise the town, 116
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| − | :And therefore, let us take horse and away.
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| − | LIGHTBORN
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| − | :Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely done?
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| − | GURNEY
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| − | :Excellent well: take this for thy reward. ''GURNEY stabs LIGHTBORN (who dies.}''
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| − | :Come, let us cast the body in the moat, 120
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| − | :And bear the king’s to Mortimer our lord:
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| − | :Away!
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| − | ''Exeunt (with the bodies.)''
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| − | ==Scene 6==
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| − | The royal palace, London
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| − |
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| − | ''Enter Young MORTIMER and MATREVIS''
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| − |
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Is’t done, Matrevis, and the murderer dead?
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :Ay, my good lord; I would it were undone!
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Matrevis, if thou now growest penitent
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| − | :I’ll be thy ghostly father; therefore choose, 4
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| − | :Whether thou wilt be secret in this,
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| − | :Or else die by the hand of Mortimer.
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fear
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| − | :Betray us both, therefore let me fly. 8
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Fly to the savages!
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| − | MATREVIS
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| − | :I humbly thank your honour. ''Exit.''
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :As for myself, I stand as Jove’s huge tree,
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| − | :And others are but shrubs compar’d to me. 12
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| − | :All tremble at my name, and I fear none;
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| − | :Let’s see who dare impeach me for his death!
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| − |
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| − | ''Enter QUEEN ISABELLA''
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Ah, Mortimer, the king my son hath news
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| − | :His father’s dead, and we have murdered him! 16
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :What if he have? The king is yet a child.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Ay, but he tears his hair, and wrings his hands,
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| − | :And vows to be reveng’d upon us both.
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| − | :Into the council-chamber he is gone, 20
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| − | :To crave the aid and succour of his peers.
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| − | :Ay me! see here he comes, and they with him.
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| − | :Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy.
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| − |
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| − | ''Enter KING EDWARD THE THIRD, LORDS, and Attendants.''
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| − | 1ST LORD
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| − | :Fear not, my lord, know that you are a king. 24
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Villain!—
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :How now, my lord!
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Think not that I am frighted with thy words!
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| − | :My father’s murdered through thy treachery; 28
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| − | :And thou shalt die, and on his mournful hearse
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| − | :Thy hateful and accursed head shall lie,
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| − | :To witness to the world, that by thy means
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| − | :His kingly body was too soon interr’d. 32
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Weep not, sweet son!
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Forbid me not to weep; he was my father;
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| − | :And, had you lov’d him half so well as I,
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| − | :You could not bear his death thus patiently. 36
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| − | :But you, I fear, conspir’d with Mortimer.
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| − | 1ST LORD
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| − | :Why speak you not unto my lord the king?
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Because I think scorn to be accus’d.
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| − | :Who is the man dares say I murdered him? 40
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Traitor! in me my loving father speaks,
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| − | :And plainly saith, ’twas thou that murd’redst him.
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :But has your grace no other proof than this?
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Yes, if this be the hand of Mortimer. ''Shewing letter.'' 44
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :False Gurney hath betray’d me and himself. ''Aside.''
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :I fear’d as much; murder cannot be hid. ''Aside.''
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :It is my hand; what gather you by this?
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :That thither thou didst send a murderer. 48
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :What murderer? Bring forth the man I sent.
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Ah, Mortimer, thou knowest that he is slain;
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| − | :And so shalt thou be too.—Why stays he here
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| − | :Bring him unto a hurdle, drag him forth; 52
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| − | :Hang him, I say, and set his quarters up;
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| − | :But bring his head back presently to me.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :For my sake, sweet son, pity Mortimer!
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Madam, entreat not, I will rather die, 56
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| − | :Than sue for life unto a paltry boy.
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Hence with the traitor! with the murderer!
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| − | YOUNG MORTIMER
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| − | :Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy wheel
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| − | :There is a point, to which when men aspire, 60
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| − | :They tumble headlong down: that point I touch’d,
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| − | :And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher,
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| − | :Why should I grieve at my declining fall?—
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| − | :Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer, 64
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| − | :That scorns the world, and, as a traveller,
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| − | :Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :What! suffer you the traitor to delay?
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| − | ''Young MORTIMER is taken away by First Lord and Attendants.''
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :As thou receivedest thy life from me, 68
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| − | :Spill not the blood of gentle Mortimer!
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :This argues that you spilt my father’s blood,
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| − | :Else would you not entreat for Mortimer.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :I spill his blood? No. 72
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Ay, madam, you; for so the rumour runs.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :That rumour is untrue; for loving thee,
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| − | :Is this report rais’d on poor Isabel.
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :I do not think her so unnatural. 76
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| − | 2ND LORD
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| − | :My lord, I fear me it will prove too true.
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Mother, you are suspected for his death
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| − | :And therefore we commit you to the Tower
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| − | :Till farther trial may be made thereof; 80
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| − | :If you be guilty, though I be your son,
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| − | :Think not to find me slack or pitiful.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Nay, to my death, for too long have I liv’d
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| − | :Whenas my son thinks to abridge my days. 84
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Away with her, her words enforce these tears,
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| − | :And I shall pity her if she speak again.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Shall I not mourn for my beloved lord,
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| − | :And with the rest accompany him to his grave? 88
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| − | 2ND LORD
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| − | :Thus, madam, ’tis the king’s will you shall hence.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :He hath forgotten me; stay, I am his mother.
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| − | 2ND LORD
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| − | :That boots not; therefore, gentle madam, go.
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| − | QUEEN ISABELLA
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| − | :Then come, sweet death, and rid me of this grief. ''Exit.'' 92
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| − |
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| − | ''Re-enter 1st Lord, with the head of Young MORTIMER''
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| − |
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| − | 1ST LORD
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| − | :My lord, here is the head of Mortimer.
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| − | KING EDWARD THE THIRD
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| − | :Go fetch my father’s hearse, where it shall lie;
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| − | :And bring my funeral robes. ''Exeunt Attendants.''
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| − | :Accursed head, 96
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| − | :Could I have rul’d thee then, as I do now,
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| − | :Thou had’st not hatch’d this monstrous treachery!—
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| − | :Here comes the hearse; help me to mourn, my lords.
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| − |
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| − | ''Re-enter Attendants with the hearse and funeral robes''
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| − |
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| − | :Sweet father, here unto thy murdered ghost 100
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| − | :I offer up this wicked traitor’s head;
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| − | :And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes,
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| − | :Be witness of my grief and innocency.
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| − | ''Exeunt.''
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