_Bald._ Spencer, I see our souls are fleeting hence; We are deprived the sunshine of our life: Make for a new life, man; throw up thy eyes, And heart and hands to heaven"s immortal throne; Pay nature"s debt with cheerful countenance; Reduce we all our lessons unto this, To die, sweet Spencer, therefore live we all; 110 Spencer, all live to die, and rise to fall.

_Rice._[300] 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._

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

_Enter_[301] _the_ KING, 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 s.p.a.ce, Not of compulsion or necessity.

_Edw._ Leicester, if gentle words might comfort me, Thy speeches long ago had eased my sorrows; For kind and loving hast thou always been.

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck, Runs to an herb[302] that closeth up the wounds; 10 But, when the imperial lion"s flesh is gored, 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 The ambitious Mortimer would seek to curb, And that unnatural queen, false Isabel, That thus hath pent and mewed me in a prison; For such outrageous pa.s.sions cloy my soul, As with the wings of rancour and disdain, 20 Full oft[en] am I soaring up to heaven, To plain me to the G.o.ds 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[303] is gone, But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

My n.o.bles rule, I bear the name of king; I wear the crown, but am controlled by them, By Mortimer, and my unconstant queen, 30 Who spots my nuptial bed with infamy; Whilst I am lodged 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?

_Winch._ Your grace mistakes, it is for England"s good, And princely Edward"s right we crave the crown.

_Edw._ No, "tis for Mortimer, not Edward"s head; 40 For he"s a lamb, encompa.s.sed by wolves, Which in a moment will abridge his life.

But if proud Mortimer do wear this crown, Heaven turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire![304]

Or like the snaky wreath of Tisiphon, Engirt the temples of his hateful head; So shall not England"s vine[305] be perished, But Edward"s name survives,[306] though Edward dies.

_Leices._ My lord, why waste you thus the time away?

They stay your answer; will you yield your crown? 50

_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 murdered is.

But what 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 awhile, let me be[307] king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown; 60 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 beam doth vanish fast away, And needs I must resign my wished crown. 70 Inhuman creatures! nursed 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!

[_He puts on the crown._ What, fear you not the fury of your king?

But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly led, They pa.s.s 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, 80 And in this torment comfort find I none, But that I feel the crown upon my head, And therefore let me wear it yet awhile.

_Trus_. My lord, the parliament must have present news, And therefore say will you resign or no?

[_The_ KING _rageth._ _Edw_. I"ll not resign, but whilst I live[308] [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!

_Winch._ This answer we"ll return, and so farewell. 90

_Leices._ Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair; For if they go, the prince shall lose his right.

_Edw._ Call thou them back, I have no power to speak.

_Leices._ My lord, the king is willing to resign.

_Winch._ If he be not, let him choose.

_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, 100 And will be called the murderer of a king, Take it. What, are you moved? pity you me?

Then send for unrelenting Mortimer, And Isabel, whose eyes, being turned to steel, Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear.

Yet stay, for rather than I"ll look on them, Here, here! [_He gives them the crown._ Now, sweet G.o.d of heaven, Make me despise this transitory pomp, And sit for aye enthronized in heaven!

Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes, 110 Or if I live, let me forget myself.[309]

_Winch._ My lord.

_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 moved, Return it back and dip it in my blood. 120 Commend me to my son, and bid him rule Better than I. Yet how have I transgressed, Unless it be with too much clemency?

_Trus._ And thus most humbly do we take our leave.

[_Exeunt_ BISHOP _and_ TRUSSEL.

_Edw._ Farewell; I know the next news that they bring Will be my death; and welcome shall it be; To wretched men, death is felicity.

_Enter_ BERKELEY, _who gives a paper to_ LEICESTER.

_Leices._ Another post! what news brings he?

_Edw._ Such news as I expect--come, Berkeley, come, And tell thy message to my naked breast. 130

_Berk._ My lord, think not a thought so villainous Can harbour in a man of n.o.ble birth.

To do your highness service and devoir, And save you from your foes, Berkeley would die.

_Leices._ My lord, the council of[310] the queen commands That I resign my charge.

_Edw._ And who must keep me now? Must you, my lord?

_Berk._ I, my most gracious lord--so "tis decreed.

_Edw._ [_taking the paper._] By Mortimer, whose name is written here!

Well may I rent his name that rends my heart! 140 [_Tears it._ This poor revenge has something eased my mind.

So may his limbs be torn, as is this paper!