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Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambitious

Richard.

[Exit.

Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce endure

it!

War. This blot, that they object against your house, Shall be wip'd out' in the next parliament,

Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster;
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 Poole,
Will I upon thy party 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 souls 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.
Law. And so will I.

Plan. Thanks, gentle sir'.

Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,

This quarrel will drink blood another day.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

The Same. A Room in the Tower.

Enter MORTIMER, brought in a Chair by Two Keepers.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.—

Shall be WIP'D out-] So the second folio: the first has "whipt out." Thanks, gentle SIR.] "Sir" is from the second folio: it is obviously necessary, though, as Malone remarks, it does not complete the line commenced by "And so will I."

Even like a man new haled from the rack,
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment;
And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
Nestor-like aged, in an age of care,

Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.

These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent?:

Weak shoulders, overborne with burdening grief,
And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
That droops his sapless branches to the ground :
Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
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?

1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber, And answer was return'd that he will come.

Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied.-
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 even since then hath Richard been obscur'd,
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 lost.

2

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET.

1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is come.

to their EXIGENT :] i.e. To their extremity or end; an unusual application of the word, though somewhat countenanced by the following line from the

comedy of "The Wisdom of Doctor Dodypoll," 1600 :—

"Hath driven her to some desperate exigent."

Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come? Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes.

Mor. Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
And in his bosom spend my latter gasp.

O! 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 didst thou say-of late thou wert despis'd?

Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine

arm,

And in that ease I'll tell thee my disease.

This day, in argument upon a case,

Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
Among which terms he us'd his lavish tongue,
And did upbraid me with my father's death:
Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
Else with the like I had requited him.
Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
In honour of a true Plantagenet,

And for alliance' sake, declare the cause
My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head.

Mor. That cause, 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 nephew 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 most unjust,

Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne.

The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this,
Was for that (young king Richard thus remov'd3,
Leaving no heir begotten of his body)

I was the next by birth and parentage;
For by my mother I derived am

From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son1
To king Edward the third, whereas he,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but 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 fifth,
(Succeeding 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 my hard distress,
Levied an army, weening to redeem,
And have install'd me in the diadem;
But, as the rest, so 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 seest, that I no issue have,
And that my fainting words do warrant death.
Thou art my heir: the rest, I wish thee gather;
But yet be wary in thy studious care.

Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me. 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,

3 KING Richard thus remov'd,] The first folio omits "king," inserted by the editor of the second folio, to complete the line; and we may presume that it had dropped out in the press.

4

THE third son] "The" is also from the second folio.

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 settled place.

Plan. O, uncle! would some part of my young

years

Might but redeem the passage of your age.

Mor. Thou dost, then, wrong me; as the slaughterer 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 prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! [Dies.
Plan. And peace, no war, befal thy parting soul!
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,
And like a hermit overpass'd 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.-

[Exeunt Keepers, bearing out MORTIMER.
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort:
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house,
I doubt not but with honour to redress;
And therefore haste I to the parliament,
Either to be restored to my blood,

Or make my ill th' advantage of my good3.

[Exit.

5 Or make my ILL th' advantage of my good.] The old editions read, “Or make my will," &c. But we adopt Theobald's amendment, which clears the sense, and preserves the antithesis. Malone properly understands by “ill,” ill usage. Some modern editors have printed "ill" for will of the folios, without any information that it was not the ancient reading. It is necessary to mark these variations, if only to test the general value of the old copies, as representing the language of the poet.

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