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Suf. I'll turn my part ihereof into thy throat.

S01. Away, away, good William de la Pool !
We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st hiin

Soineríet ;
His grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence,
Third son to the third Edward King of England :
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?

Plair. He bears him on the place's privilege t,
Or durft not for hi craven heart say thus.
Son. By him that made me, I'll maintain


On any plot of ground in-Christendom.
Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
For treason headed in our late King's day?
And by his treason stand'It not thou attainted,
Corrupted and exempt from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
And till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman.

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted ;
Gondemnd to die for treason, but no traitor,
And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
For your partaker Pool, and you yourself,
I'll note you in my book of memory,
To for this apprehension ;
Look to it well, and say, you are well warn'd.

Som. Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,
And know us by these colours for thy foes;
For these my friends, in spight of thee, shall wear.

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

dure it!
War. This blot, that they object against your
Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, [house,
Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Glo'ster;
And if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Mean time, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Pool,
Will I upon thy pari, wear this rose.
And here I prophesy; this brawl to-day,
Grown to this faction, in the Temple-garden,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
A thousand fouls to death and deadly night.

Plan, Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.

Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same.
Lawyer. And so will I.

Plan. Thanks, gentle Sir.
Come, let us four to dinner; I dare fay,
This quarrel will drink blood another day. [Exeunta


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Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair, and jailors.

Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
Ev'n like a man new haled from the rack,
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment:
And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
Neftor-like aged in an age of care,
Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer *.

• 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,
Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent f.
Weak shoulders over-born with burd'ning grief,
And pitblers arms, like to a wither'd vine
That' droops his fapless branches to the ground.
Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numbz
Unable to support this lump of clay,
Swift-winged with desire to get a grave;
As witting I no other comfort have.
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?

Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my Lord, will come ;.
We fent unto the Temple, in his chamber,
And answer was return'd that he 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.
This day, in argument upon a cale,
Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me,
Amongst which terms he us’d his lavish tongue,
And did upbraid me with my father's death;
Which obloquy set bars before iny tongue,
Else with the like I had requitted hiin.
Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
In honour of a true Plan genet,
And for alliance' fake, declare the cause
My father Earl of Cambridge lost his head.

Mor. This caufe, fair nephew, that imprison'd me,
And hath detain'd me all my flow’ring youth
Within a loathsome dungeon there to pine,
Was cursed instrument of his decease.

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,
Again, in pity of ny hard distress,
Levied an army, weening to redeem
And re-instal me in the diadem :
But as the rest fo fell that noble Earl,
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the title rested, were suppress'd.

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,


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