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Suf. I'll turn my part ihereof into thy throat.
S01. Away, away, good William de la Pool !
Plair. He bears him on the place's privilege t,
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted ;
Som. Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,
Plan. And by my soul, this pale and angry role, As cognizance of my blood-drinking háte, Will I for ever and my faction wear; Until it wither with me to my grave, Or flourish to the height of my degree. Suf. Go forward, and be choak'd with thy am-in
bition : And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit.
+ The Temple, being a religious house, was an asy, lum, a place of exemption from violence, revenge and.. bloodded. Johnson...
Som. Have with thee, Pool: farewell, ambitious
[Exit. Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce en
Plan, Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same.
Plan. Thanks, gentle Sir.
Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair, and jailors.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
• This Edmund Mortimer, when K. Richard II. reti out upon his fatal Irish expedition, was declared by that Prince heir apparent to the crowo : for which rea. fon K. Henry IV. and V. took care to keep him in pria. son during their whole reigns. Theobaldo
These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my Lord, will come ;.
Mor. Enough; my soul then shall be satisfy'd. Poor gentleman, his wrong doth equal mine. Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, Before whose glory I was great in arms, This loathsome sequestration have I had;. And ev'n since then hath Richard been obscura, Depriv'd of honour and inheritance : But now the arbitrator of despairs, Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence. I would his troubles likewise were expir'd, That so he might recover what was loft.
Enter Richard Plantagenet. Keep. My Lord, your loving nephew now is come. Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is lie
come ? Plar. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us’d, Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
Mor. Direct mine arins, I may embrace his neck, And in his bofom spend my latest gasp. Oh, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. And now declare, sweet stem from York's great
stock, Why didit thou say of late thou wert despis'd ?
Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine arm,
+ Exigent, ene.
And in that ease I'll tell thee my dil-ease.
Mor. This caufe, fair nephew, that imprison'd me,
Plan. Discover more at large what cause that was; For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.
Mor. I will, if that my fading breath permit, And death approach not ere my tale be done. Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this King, Depos’d his cousin Richard, Edward's son, The first-begotten and the lawful heir Of Edward King, the third of that descent. During whose reign the Percies of the north, Finding his usurpation moft unjust, Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne. Tbe reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Was, for that young King Richard thus removid, Leaving no heir begotten of his body, I was the next by birth and parentage ; For by my mother I derived am From Lyonel Duke of Clarence, the third son To the Third Edward; whereas Bolingbroke From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, Being but the fourth of that heroic line. But mark; as in this haughty great attempt They laboured to plant the rightful heir, I lost my liberty, and they their lives. Long after this, when Henry the Fiftha After his father Bolingbroke did reign, Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
Marrying my sister, that thy mother was,
Plan. Of which, my Lord, your Honour is the last.
Mor. True; and thou seelt that I no issue have; And that my fainting words do warrant death. Thou art my heir. The reft I wish thee gather; But yet be wary in thy studious care.
Plan. Thy grave admonishinents prevail with mes But yet, methinks, my father's execution Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
Mor With silence, nephew, be thou politic : Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster, And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. But now thy uncle is removing hence, As princes do their courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setiled place.
Plan. Ő uncle, would some part of my young Might but redeem the passage of your age ! Mor. Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaugh
t'rer doth, Which giveth many wounds when one will kill. Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; Only give order for my funeral. And so farewell; and fair be all thy hopes, And profp'rous be thy life, in peace and war! [Dies.
Pian. And peace, no war, befal thy parting soul ! In prison halt thou spent a pilgrimage, And, like a hermit, overpast thy days. -Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; And what I do imagine, let that rest. Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself Will see his burial better than his life. Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Choak'd with ambition of the meaner sort. And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries Which Somerfet hath offer'd to my house,