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I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
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.
Plan. Thanks, gentle sir.
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
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.--
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.-
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
Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit,
— 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,
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,
years, Might but redeem the passage of your age! Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the slaugh
[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.