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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.
TRUSTY. My lord, the parliament must have
And therefore say, will you resign or no?
[The king rageth.
EDW. I'll not resign! but whilst I live, be king! Traitors be gone, and join with Mortimer. Elect, confirm, install, do what you will; Their blood and yours' shall seal these treacheries! WINCH. This answer we'll return, and so farewell. 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 heav'n and earth conspire
To make me miserable! here receive my crown;
He of you all that most desires my blood,
The old editions read conspire. The allusion seems to be to the several forms observed in the creation of a bishop, in which confirmation comes between election and installation.
Then send for unrelenting Mortimer,
And Isabel, whose eyes, being turn'd to steel,
[He gives them the crown.
Make me despise this transitory pomp,
And sit for ever enthroniz'd in heav'n !
Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes,
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;
Than his embracements-bear this to the queen,
TRUSTY. And thus most humbly do we take out k [Exeunt Bishop and Attendants.
EDW. Farewell; I know the next news that they
Will be my death; and welcome shall it be ;
To wretched men, death is felicity.
LEICES. Another post! what news brings he? EDW. Such news as I expect-come, Berkley
And tell thy message to my naked breast.
BERK. My lord, think not a thought so villanous Can harbour in a man of noble birth.
To do your highness service and devoir,
And save you from your foes, Berkley would die. LEICES. My lord, the counsel of the queen commands
That I resign my charge.
EDW. And who must keep me now? Must you, my lord?
BERK. Aye, my most gracious lord-so 'tis decreed.
EDW. By Mortimer, whose name is written here! Well may I rend his name that rends my heart! This poor revenge hath something eas'd my mind. So may his limbs be torn, as is this paper! Hear me, immortal Jove, and grant it too!
BERK. Your grace must hence with me to Berkley straight.
EDW. Whither you will, all places are alike,
every earth is fit for burial.
LEICES. Favour him, my lord, as much as lieth in
BERK. Even so betide my soul as I use him.
EDW. Mine enemy hath pitied my estate,
And that's the cause that I am now remov'd.
BERK. And thinks your grace that Berkley will be cruel ?
EDW. I know not; but of this am I assur'd, That death ends all, and I can die but once. Leicester, farewell!
LEICES. Not yet, my lord; I'll bear you on your [Exeunt omnes.
Enter MORTIMER and QUEEN ISABEL.
Be rul'd by me, and we will rule the realm.
Conclude against his father what thou wilt,
And I myself will willingly subscribe.
Y. MOR. First would I hear news he were de
And then let me alone to handle him.
Y. MOR. Letters! from whence?
MESS. In health, madam, but full of pensiveness. QUEEN. Alas, poor soul, would I could ease his grief!
Enter WINCHESTER with the Crown. Thanks, gentle Winchester: [To the Messenger.] [Exit Messenger. WINCH. The king hath willingly resign'd his
Sirrah, be gone.
QUEEN. O happy news! send for the prince, my
WINCH. Further, ere this letter was sealed, lord Berkley came,
So that he now is gone from Killingworth;
And we have heard that Edmund laid a plot
As Leicester that had charge of him before.
QUEEN. Then let some other be his guardian. Y. MOR. Let me alone, here is the privy seal. Who's there?-call hither Gurney and Matrevis.