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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 prophecy,—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.Ęven 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 burd’ning grief; And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine

s-like lamps

their exigent;ning grief;

- pursuivants of death,] Pursuivants. The heralds that, forerunning death, proclaim its approach.

as drawing to their exigent:] Exigent, end.

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, to 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.

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET. 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is

come. Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he

i 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,

1- the arbitrator of despairs,

Just death, kind umpire – ] That is, he that terminates or concludes misery. The expression is harsh, and forced. Johnson.

- late-despised — ] i. e. lately despised.

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 used his lavish tongue, And did upbraid me with his 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:

I'll tell thee my disease.] Disease seems to be here un. easiness, or discontent.

song alty liberty to plant naughty ck line. Pedigree

The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this,
Was—for that (young king Richard thus remov'd,
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 son
To king Edward the third, whereas he,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but fourth of that heroick 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:*
And 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 politick;

in this haughty great attempt,] Haughty is high. · Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather:] The sense is—I acknowledge thee to be my heir; the consequences which may be collected from thence, I recommend it to thee to draw.

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 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 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 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: the advantage of my good. [Exit.

Or make my ill — ] my ill, is my ill usage.

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