Edward the Second

Enter KING EDWARD and his followers, with the Barons and KENT captive.

K. Edw. Now, lusty lords, now not by chance of war,   But justice of the quarrel and the cause,   Vail'd is your pride: methinks you hang the heads   But we'll advance them, traitors: now 'tis time   To be aveng'd on you for all your braves,   And for the murder of my dearest friend,   To whom right well you knew our soul was knit,   Good Pierce of Gaveston, my sweet favourite:   Ah, rebels, recreants, you made him away!Kent. Brother, in regard of thee and of thy land,   Did they remove that flatterer from thy throne.K. Edw. So, sir, you have spoke: away, avoid our presence!                                                            [Exit Kent.   Accursed wretches, was't in regard of us,   When we had sent our messenger to request   He might be spar'd to come to speak with us,   And Pembroke undertook for his return,   That thou, proud Warwick, watch'd the prisoner,   Poor Pierce, and headed him 'gainst law of arms?   For which thy head shall overlook the rest   As much as thou in rage outwent'st the rest.War. Tyrant, I scorn thy threats and menaces;   It is but temporal that thou canst inflict.Lan. The worst is death; and better die to live   Than live in infamy under such a king.K. Edw. Away with them, my lord of Winchester!   These lusty leaders, Warwick and Lancaster,   I charge you roundly, off with both their heads!   Away!War. Farewell, vain world!Lan. Sweet Mortimer, farewell!Y. Mor. England, unkind to thy nobility,   Groan for this grief! behold how thou art maim'd!K. Edw. Go, take that haughty Mortimer to the Tower;   There see him safe bestow'd; and, for the rest,   Do speedy execution on them all.   Be gone!Y. Mor. What, Mortimer, can ragged stony walls   Immure thy virtue that aspires to heaven?   No, Edward, England's scourge, it may not be;   Mortimer's hope surmounts his fortune far.                                       [The captive Barons are led off.K. Edw. Sound, drums and trumpets! March with me, my friends.   Edward this day hath crown'd him king anew.

[Exeunt all except the younger Spenser, Levune and Baldock.

Y. Spen. Levune, the trust that we repose in thee   Begets the quiet of King Edward's land:   Therefore be gone in haste, and with advice   Bestow that treasure on the lords of France,   That, therewith all enchanted, like the guard   That suffer'd Jove to pass in showers of gold   To Danaë, all aid may be denied   To Isabel the queen, that now in France   Makes friends, to cross the seas with her young son,   And step into his father's regiment.Levune. That's it these barons and the subtle queen   Long levell'd at.Bal. Yea, but, Levune, thou seest,   These barons lay their heads on blocks together:   What they intend, the hangman frustrates clean.Levune. Have you no doubt, my lords, I'll clap so close   Among the lords of France with England's gold,   That Isabel shall make her plaints in vain,   And France shall be obdurate with her tears.Y. Spen. Then make for France amain; Levune, away!   Proclaim King Edward's wars and victories. [Exeunt.

Enter KENT.

Kent. Fair blows the wind for France: blow, gentle gale,   Till Edmund be arriv'd for England's good!   Nature, yield to my country's cause in this!   A brother? no, a butcher of thy friends!   Proud Edward, dost thou banish me thy presence?   But I'll to France, and cheer the wronged queen,   And certify what Edward's looseness is.   Unnatural king, to slaughter nobleman   And cherish flatterers! Mortimer, I stay   Thy sweet escape. Stand gracious, gloomy night,   To his device!

Enter the younger MORTIMER disguised.

Y. Mor. Holla! who walketh there?   Is't you, my lord?Kent. Mortimer, 'tis I.   But hath thy portion wrought so happily?Y. Mor. It hath, my lord: the warders all asleep,   I thank them, gave me leave to pass in peace.   But hath your grace got shipping unto France?Kent. Fear it not. [Exeunt.

Enter QUEEN ISABELLA and PRINCE EDWARD.

Q. Isab. Ah, boy, our friends do fail us all in France!   The lords are cruel, and the king unkind.   What shall we do?P. Edw. Madam, return to England,   And please my father well; and then a fig   For all my uncle's friendship here in France!   I warrant you, I'll win his highness quickly;   'A loves me better than a thousand Spensers.Q. Isab. Ah, boy, thou art deceiv'd, at least in this,   To think that we can yet be tun'd together!   No, no, we jar too far.—Unkind Valois!   Unhappy Isabel, when France rejects,   Whither, O, whither dost thou bend thy steps?

Enter SIR JOHN OF HAINAULT.

Sir J. Madam, what cheer?Q. Isab. Ah, good Sir John of Hainault,   Never so cheerless nor so far distrest!Sir J. I hear, sweet lady, of the king's unkindness:   But droop not, madam; noble minds contemn   Despair. Will your grace with me to Hainault,   And there stay time's advantage with your son?—   How say you, my lord! will you go with your friends,   And shake off all our fortunes equally?P. Edw. So pleaseth the queen my mother, me it likes:   The king of England, not the court of France,   Shall have me from my gracious mother's side,   Till I be strong enough to break a staff;   And then have at the proudest Spenser's head!Sir J. Well said, my lord!Q. Isab. O my sweet heart, how do I moan thy wrongs,   Yet triumph in the hope of thee, my joy!—   Ah, sweet Sir John, even to the utmost verge   Of Europe, on the shore of Tanais,   Will we with thee to Hainault—so we will:   The marquis is a noble gentleman;   His grace, I dare presume, will welcome me.—   But who are these?

Enter KENT and the younger MORTIMER.

Kent. Madam, long may you live,   Much happier than your friends in England do!Q. Isab. Lord Edmund and Lord Mortimer alive!   Welcome to France! the news was here, my lord,   That you were dead, or very near your death.Y. Mor. Lady, the last was truest of the twain:   But Mortimer, reserv'd for better hap,   Hath shaken off the thraldom of the Tower,   And lives t' advance your standard, good my lord.P. Edw. How mean you, and the king my father lives?   No, my Lord Mortimer, not I, I trow.Q. Isab. Not, son! Why not? I would it were no worse!—   But, gentle lords, friendless we are in France.Y. Mor. Monsieur Le Grand, a noble friend of yours,   Told us, at our arrival, all the news,—   How hard the nobles, how unkind the king   Hath show'd himself: but, madam, right makes room   Where weapons want; and, though a many friends   Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster,   And others of our part and faction,   Yet have we friends, assure your grace, in England,   Would cast up caps, and clap their hands for joy,   To see us there, appointed for our foes.Kent. Would all were well, and Edward well reclaim'd,   For England's honour, peace, and quietness!Y. Mor. But by the sword, my lord, 't must be deserv'd:   The king will ne'er forsake his flatterers.Sir J. My lords of England, sith th' ungentle king   Of France refuseth to give aid of arms   To this distressed queen, his sister, here,   Go you with her to Hainault: doubt ye not   We will find comfort, money, men, and friends,   Ere long to bid the English king a base.—   How say'st, young prince, what think you of the match?P. Edw. I think King Edward will outrun us all.Q. Isab. Nay, son, not so; and you must not discourage   Your friends that are so forward in your aid.Kent. Sir John of Hainault, pardon us, I pray:   These comforts that you give our woful queen   Bind us in kindness all at your command.Q. Isab. Yea, gentle brother:—and the God of heaven   Prosper your happy motion, good Sir John!Y. Mor. This noble gentleman, forward in arms,   Was born, I see, to be our anchor-hold.—   Sir John of Hainault, be it thy renown,   That England's queen and nobles in distress   Have been by thee restor'd and comforted.Sir J. Madam, along; and you, my lord[s], with me,   That England's peers may Hainault's welcome see. [Exeunt.

Enter KING EDWARD, ARUNDEL, the elder SPENSER, the younger SPENSER, and others.

K. Edw. Thus, after many threats of wrathful war,   Triumpheth England's Edward with his friends,   And triumph Edward with his friends uncontroll'd!—   My Lord of Glocester, do you hear the news?Y. Spen. What news, my lord?K. Edw. Why, man, they say there is great execution   Done through the realm.—My Lord of Arundel,   You have the note, have you not?_Arun._From the Lieutenant of the Tower, my lord.K. Edw. I pray, let us see it. [Takes the note from Arundel.   —What have we there?—   Read it, Spenser.

                             [Gives the note to young Spenser, who reads their names.

   Why, so: they bark'd apace a month ago;   Now, on my life, they'll neither bark nor bite.   Now, sirs, the news from France? Glocester, I trow,   The lords of France love England's gold so well   As Isabella gets no aid from thence.   What now remains? have you proclaim'd, my lord,   Reward for them can bring in Mortimer?Y. Spen. My lord, we have; and, if he be in England,   'A will be had ere long, I doubt it not.K. Edw. If, dost thou say? Spenser, as true as death,   He is in England's ground: our port-masters   Are not so careless of their king's command.

Enter a Messenger.

   How now! what news with thee? from whence come these?Mess. Letters, my lord, and tidings forth of France:   To you, my Lord of Glocester, from Levune.                                       [Gives letters to young Spenser.K. Edw. Read.

Y. Spen. [reading.] My duty to your honour promised, etc., I have, according to instructions in that behalf, dealt with the King of France and his lords, and effected that the queen, all discontented and discomforted, is gone: whither, if you ask, with Sir John of Hainault, brother to the marquis, into

Flanders. With them are gone Lord Edmund and the Lord Mortimer, having in their company divers of your nation, and others; and, as constant report goeth, they intend to give King Edward battle in England, sooner than he can look for them. This is all the news of import.

Your honour's in all service, Levune.

K. Edw. Ah, villains, hath that Mortimer escap'd?   With him is Edmund gone associate?   And will Sir John of Hainault lead the round?   Welcome, o' God's name, madam, and your son!   England shall welcome you and all your rout.   Gallop apace, bright Phbus, through the sky;   And, dusky Night, in rusty iron car,   Between you both shorten the time, I pray,   That I may see that most desired day,   When we may meet these traitors in the field!   Ah, nothing grieves me, but my little boy   Is thus misled to countenance their ills!   Come, friends, to Bristow, there to make us strong:   And, winds, as equal be to bring them in,   As you injurious were to bear them forth! [Exeunt.

Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, KENT, the younger MORTIMER, and SIR JOHN OF HAINAULT.

Q. Isab. Now, lords, our loving friends and countrymen,   Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds!   Our kindest friends in Belgia have we left,   To cope with friends at home; a heavy case   When force to force is knit, and sword and glaive   In civil broils make kin and countrymen   Slaughter themselves in others, and their sides   With their own weapons gor'd! But what's the help?   Misgovern'd kings are cause of all this wreck;   And, Edward, thou art one among them all,   Whose looseness hath betray'd thy land to spoil,   Who made the channel overflow with blood   Of thine own people: patron shouldst thou be;   But thou—Y. Mor. Nay, madam, if you be a warrior,   You must not grow so passionate in speeches.—   Lords, sith that we are, by sufferance of heaven,   Arriv'd and armed in this prince's right,   Here for our country's cause swear we to him   All homage, fealty, and forwardness;   And for the open wrongs and injuries   Edward hath done to us, his queen, and land,   We come in arms to wreck it with the sword;   That England's queen in peace may repossess   Her dignities and honours; and withal   We may remove these flatterers from the king   That havock England's wealth and treasury.Sir J. Sound trumpets, my lord, and forward let us march.   Edward will think we come to flatter him.Kent. I would he never had been flatter'd more! [Exeunt.

Enter KING EDWARD, BALDOCK, and the younger SPENSER.

Y. Spen. Fly, fly, my lord! the queen is overstrong;   Her friends do multiply, and yours do fail.   Shape we our course to Ireland, there to breathe.K. Edw. What, was I born to fly and run away,   And leave the Mortimers conquerors behind?   Give me my horse, and let's reinforce our troops.   And in this bed of honour die with fame.Bald. O, no, my lord! this princely resolution   Fits not the time: away! we are pursu'd. [Exeunt.

Enter KENT, with a sword and target.

Kent. This way he fled; but I am come too late.   Edward, alas, my heart relents for thee!   Proud traitor, Mortimer, why dost thou chase   Thy lawful king, thy sovereign, with thy sword?   Vile wretch, and why hast thou, of all unkind,   Borne arms against thy brother and thy king?   Rain showers of vengeance on my cursed head,   Thou God, to whom in justice it belongs   To punish this unnatural revolt!   Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life:   O, fly him, then! But, Edmund, calm this rage;   Dissemble, or thou diest; for Mortimer   And Isabel do kiss, while they conspire:   And yet she bears a face of love, forsooth:   Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate!   Edmund, away! Bristow to Longshanks' blood   Is false; be not found single for suspect:   Proud Mortimer pries near into thy walks.

Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, the younger  MORTIMER, and SIR JOHN JOHN OF HAINAULT.

Q. Isab. Successful battle gives the God of kings   To them that fight in right, and fear in wrath,   Since, then, successfully we have prevail'd,   Thanked be heaven's great architect, and you!   Ere farther we proceed, my noble lords,   We here create our well-beloved son,   Of love and care unto his royal person,   Lord Warden of the realm; and, sith the Fates   Have made his father so infortunate,   Deal you, my lords, in this, my loving lords,   As to your wisdoms fittest seems in all.Kent. Madam, without offence if I may ask   How will you deal with Edward in his fall?P. Edw. Tell me, good uncle, what Edward do you mean?Kent. Nephew, your father; I dare not call him king.Y. Mor. My Lord of Kent, what needs these questions?   'Tis not in her controlment nor in ours;   But as the realm and parliament shall please,   So shall your brother be disposed of.—   I like not this relenting mood in Edmund:   Madam, 'tis good to look to him betimes. [Aside to the Queen.Q. Isab. My lord, the Mayor of Bristow knows our mind.Y. Mor. Yea, madam; and they scape not easily   That fled the field.Q. Isab. Baldock is with the king:   A goodly chancellor, is he not, my lord?Sir J. So are the Spensers, the father and the son.Y. Mor. This Edward is the ruin of the realm.

Enter RICE AP HOWEL with the elder SPENSER prisoner, and Attendants.

Rice. God save Queen Isabel and her princely son!   Madam, the Mayor and citizens of Bristow,   In sign of love and duty to this presence,   Present by me this traitor to the state,   Spenser, the father to that wanton Spenser,   That, like the lawless Catiline of Rome,   Revell'd in England's wealth and treasury.Isab. We thank you all.Y. Mor. Your loving care in this   Deserveth princely favours and rewards.   But where's the king and the other Spenser fled?Rice. Spenser the son, created Earl of Glocester,   Is with that smooth-tongu'd scholar Baldock gone,   And shipp'd but late for Ireland with the king.Y. Mor. Some whirlwind fetch them back, or sink them all!– [Aside.   They shall be started thence, I doubt it not.P. Edw. Shall I not see the king my father yet?Kent. Unhappy Edward, chas'd from England's bounds! [Aside.Sir J. Madam, what resteth? why stand you in a muse?Q. Isab. I rue my lord's ill-fortune: but, alas,   Care of my country call'd me to this war!Y. Mor. Madam, have done with care and sad complaint:   Your king hath wrong'd your country and himself,   And we must seek to right it as we may.—   Meanwhile have hence this rebel to the block.E. Spen. Rebel is he that fights against the prince:   So fought not they that fought in Edward's right.Y. Mor. Take him away; he prates.

[Exeunt Attendants with the elder Spenser.

                                     You, Rice ap Howel,   Shall do good service to her majesty,   Being of countenance in your country here,   To follow these rebellious runagates.—   We in mean while, madam, must take advice.   How Baldock, Spenser, and their complices,   May in their fall be follow'd to their end. [Exeunt.

Enter the Abbot, Monks, KING EDWARD, the younger SPENSER, and BALDOCK (the three latter disguised).

Abbot. Have you no doubt, my lord; have you no fear:   As silent and as careful we will be   To keep your royal person safe with us,   Free from suspect, and fell invasion   Of such as have your majesty in chase,   Yourself, and those your chosen company,   As danger of this stormy time requires.K. Edw. Father, thy face should harbour no deceit.   O, hadst thou ever been a king, thy heart,   Pierc'd deeply with sense of my distress,   Could not but take compassion of my state!   Stately and proud in riches and in train,   Whilom I was, powerful and full of pomp:   But what is he whom rule and empery   Have not in life or death made miserable?—   Come, Spenser,—come, Baldock,—come, sit down by me;   Make trial now of that philosophy   That in our famous nurseries of arts   Thou suck'dst from Plato and from Aristotle.—   Father, this life contemplative is heaven:   O, that I might this life in quiet lead!   But we, alas, are chas'd!—and you, my friends,   Your lives and my dishonour they pursue.—   Yet, gentle monks, for treasure, gold, nor fee,   Do you betray us and our company.First Monk. Your grace may sit secure, if none but we   Do wot of your abode.Y. Spen. Not one alive: but shrewdly I suspect   A gloomy fellow in a mead below;   'A gave a long look after us, my lord;   And all the land, I know, is up in arms,   Arms that pursue our lives with deadly hate.Bald. We were embark'd for Ireland; wretched we,   With awkward winds and with sore tempests driven,   To fall on shore, and here to pine in fear   Of Mortimer and his confederates!K. Edw. Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer?   Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer,   That bloody man?—Good father, on thy lap   Lay I this head, laden with mickle care.   O, might I never ope these eyes again,   Never again lift up this drooping head,   O, never more lift up this dying heart!Y. Spen. Look up, my lord.—Baldock, this drowsiness   Betides no good; here even we are betray'd.

Enter, with Welsh hooks, RICE AP HOWEL, a Mower, and LEICESTER.

Mow. Upon my life, these be the men ye seek.Rice. Fellow, enough.—My lord, I pray, be short;   A fair commission warrants what we do.Leices. The queen's commission, urg'd by Mortimer:   What cannot gallant Mortimer with the queen?—   Alas, see where he sits, and hopes unseen   T'escape their hands that seek to reave his life!   Too true it is, Quem dies vidit veniens superbum,Hunc dies vidit fugiens jacentem.   But, Leicester, leave to grow so passionate.—   Spenser and Baldock, by no other names,   I arrest you of high treason here.   Stand not on titles, but obey th' arrest:   'Tis in the name of Isabel the queen.—   My lord, why droop you thus?K. Edw. O day, the last of all my bliss on earth!   Centre of all misfortune! O my stars,   Why do you lour unkindly on a king?   Comes Leicester, then, in Isabella's name,   To take my life, my company from me?   Here, man, rip up this panting breast of mine,   And take my heart in rescue of my friends.Rice. Away with them!Y. Spen. It may become thee yet   To let us take our farewell of his grace.Abbott. My heart with pity earns to see this sight;   A king to bear these words and proud commands! [Aside.K. Edw. Spenser, ah, sweet Spenser, thus, then, must we part?Y. Spen. We must, my lord; so will the angry heavens.K. Edw. Nay, so will hell and cruel Mortimer:   The gentle heavens have not to do in this.Bald. My lord, it is in vain to grieve or storm.   Here humbly of your grace we take our leaves:   Our lots are cast; I fear me, so is thine.K. Edw. In heaven we may, in earth ne'er shall we meet:—   And, Leicester, say, what shall become of us?Leices. Your majesty must go to Killingworth.K. Edw. Must! it is somewhat hard when kings must go.Leices. Here is a litter ready for your grace,   That waits your pleasure, and the day grows old.Rice. As good be gone, as stay and be benighted.K. Edw. A litter hast thou? lay me in a hearse,   And to the gates of hell convey me hence;   Let Pluto's bells ring out my fatal knell,   And hags howl for my death at Charon's shore;   For friends hath Edward none but these,   And these must die under a tyrant's sword.Rice. My lord, be going: care not for these;   For we shall see them shorter by the heads.K. Edw. Well, that shall be shall be: part we must;   Sweet Spenser, gentle Baldock, part we must.—   Hence, feigned weeds! unfeigned are my woes.—                                            [Throwing off his disguise.   Father, farewell.—Leicester, thou stay'st for me;   And go I must.—Life, farewell, with my friends!

[Exeunt King Edward and Leicester.

Y. Spen. O, is he gone? is noble Edward gone?   Parted from hence, never to see us more!   Rend, sphere of heaven! and, fire, forsake thy orb!   Earth, melt to air! gone is my sovereign,   Gone, gone, alas, never to make return!Bald. Spenser, I see our souls are fleeting hence;   We are depriv'd the sunshine of our life.   Make for a new life, man; throw up thy eyes   And heart and hand to heaven's immortal throne;   Pay nature's debt with cheerful countenance;   Reduce we all our lessons unto this,—   To die, sweet Spenser, therefore live we all;   Spenser, all live to die, and rise to fall.Rice. Come, come, keep these preachments till you come to   the place appointed. You, and such as you are, have   made wise work in England. Will your lordships away?Mow. Your lordship I trust will remember me?Rice. Remember thee, fellow! what else? Follow me to   the town. [Exeunt.

Enter KING EDWARD, LEICESTER, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, and TRUSSEL.

Leices. Be patient, good my lord, cease to lament;   Imagine Killingworth Castle were your court,   And that you lay for pleasure here a space,   Not of compulsion or necessity.K. Edw. Leicester, if gentle words might comfort me,   Thy speeches long ago had eas'd my sorrows,   For kind and loving hast thou always been.   The griefs of private men are soon allay'd;   But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck,   Runs to an herb that closeth up the wounds:   But when the imperial lion's flesh is gor'd,   He rends and tears it with his wrathful paw,   [And], highly scorning that the lowly earth   Should drink his blood, mounts up to the air:   And so it fares with me, whose dauntless mind   Th' ambitious Mortimer would seek to curb,   And that unnatural queen, false Isabel,   That thus hath pent and mew'd me in a prison   For such outrageous passions cloy my soul,   As with the wings of rancour and disdain   Full oft[ten] am I soaring up to heaven,   To plain me to the gods against them both.   But when I call to mind I am a king,   Methinks I should revenge me of my wrongs,   That Mortimer and Isabel have done.   But what are kings, when regiment is gone,   But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?   My nobles rule; I bear the name of king,   I wear the crown; but am controll'd by them,   By Mortimer, and my unconstant queen,   Who spots my nuptial bed with infamy;   Whilst I am lodg'd within this cave of care,   Where sorrow at my elbow still attends,   To company my heart with sad laments,   That bleeds within me for this strange exchange.   But tell me, must I now resign my crown,   To make usurping Mortimer a king?Bish. of Win. Your grace mistakes; it is for England's good,   And princely Edward's right, we crave the crown.K. Edw. No, 'tis for Mortimer, not Edward's head   For he's a lamb, emcompassed by wolves,   Which in a moment will abridge his life.   But, if proud Mortimer do wear this crown,   Heavens turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire!   Or, like the snaky wreath of Tisiphon,   Engirt the temples of his hateful head!   So shall not England's vine be perished,   But Edward's name survive, though Edward dies.Leices. My lord, why waste you thus the time away?   They stay your answer: will you yield your crown?K. Edw. Ah, Leicester, weigh how hardly I can brook   To lose my crown and kingdom without cause;   To give ambitious Mortimer my right,   That, like a mountain, overwhelms my bliss;   In which extreme my mind here murder'd is!   But that the heavens appoint I must obey.—   Here, take my crown; the life of Edward too: [Taking off the crown.   Two kings in England cannot reign at once.   But stay a while: let me be king till night,   That I may gaze upon this glittering crown;   So shall my eyes receive their last content,   My head, the latest honour due to it,   And jointly both yield up their wished right.   Continue ever, thou celestial sun;   Let never silent night possess this clime;   Stand still, you watches of the element;   All times and seasons, rest you at a stay,   That Edward may be still fair England's king!   But day's bright beams doth vanish fast away,   And needs I must resign my wished crown.   Inhuman creatures, nurs'd with tiger's milk,   Why gape you for your sovereign's overthrow?   My diadem, I mean, and guiltless life.   See, monsters, see! I'll wear my crown again.                                                 [Putting on the crown.   What, fear you not the fury of your king?—   But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly led;   They pass not for thy frowns as late they did,   But seek to make a new-elected king;   Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts,   Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments;   And in this torment comfort find I none,   But that I feel the crown upon my head;   And therefore let me wear it yet a while.Trus. My, lord, the parliament must have present news;   And therefore say, will you resign or no?                                                      [The king rageth.K. Edw. I'll not resign, but, whilst I live, [be king].   Traitors, be gone, and join you with Mortimer.   Elect, conspire, install, do what you will:   Their blood and yours shall seal these treacheries.Bish. of Win. This answer we'll return; and so, farewell.                                                   [Going with Trussel.Leices. Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair;   For, if they go, the prince shall lose his right.K. Edw. Call thou them back; I have no power to speak.Leices. My lord, the king is willing to resign.Bish. of Win. If he be not, let him choose.K. Edw. O, would I might! but heavens and earth conspire   To make me miserable. Here, receive my crown.   Receive it? no, these innocent hands of mine   Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime;   He of you all that most desires my blood,   And will be call'd the murderer of a king,   Take it. What, are you mov'd? pity you me?   Then send for unrelenting Mortimer,   And Isabel, whose eyes being turn'd to steel   Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear.   Yet stay; for, rather than I'll look on them,   Here, here! [Gives the crown.]—Now, sweet God of heaven,   Make me despise this transitory pomp,   And sit fot aye enthronised in heaven!   Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes,   Or, if I live, let me forget myself!Bish. of Win. My lord,—K. Edw. Call me not lord; away, out of my sight!   Ah, pardon me! grief makes me lunatic.   Let not that Mortimer protect my son;   More safety there is in a tiger's jaws   Than his embracements. Bear this to the queen,   Wet with my tears, and dried again with sighs:                                                 [Gives a handkerchief.   If with the sight thereof she be not mov'd,   Return it back, and dip it in my blood.   Commend me to my son, and bid him rule   Better than I: yet how have I transgress'd,   Unless it be with too much clemency?Trus. And thus, most humbly do we take our leave.K. Edw. Farewell.

[Exeunt the Bishop of Winchester and Trussel with the crown.