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K. Edw. And there, in mire and puddle, have I stood
This ten days' space; and, lest that I should sleep,
One plays continually upon a drum ;
Lie on this bed,† and rest yourself a while.
K. Edw. These looks of thine can harbour naught but death;
I see my tragedy written in thy brows.
Yet stay a while; forbear thy bloody hand,
K. Edw. What mean'st thou to dissemble with me thus?
Light. These hands were never stain'd with innocent blood,
Nor shall they now be tainted with a king's.
K. Edw. Forgive my thought for having such a thought.
One jewel have I left; receive thou this:
* tatter'd] So 4tos 1598, 1612.-2to 1622 "tottered." See note 1, p. 170.
+ Lie on this bed] From the account which the king has just given of his dungeon, we may certainly conclude that a bed was not part of its furniture. Therefore "this bed" must be the "feather-bed" which has been mentioned at p. 219, sec. col., and which is presently used in murdering the king. It was, no doubt,, thrust upon the stage from the wing, after the exit of Gurney and Matrevis.
That even then] Old eds. “That and even then." § alive] So 4to 1598.-Not in 4tos 1612, 1622.
K. Edw. But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep;
For not these ten days have these eye-lids* clos'd.
Now, as I speak, they fall; and yet with fear Open again. O, wherefore sitt'st thou here? Light. If you mistrust me, I'll be gone, my lord.
K. Edw. No, no; for, if thou mean'st to murder me,
Thou wilt return again; and therefore stay.
Light. He sleeps.
K. Edw. [waking] O, let me not die yet! O, stay a while!+
Light. How now, my lord!
K. Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep, I never wake: This fear is that which makes me tremble thus; And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? Light. To rid thee of thy life.-Matrevis, come!
Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY.
K. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist.Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul! Light. Run for the table.
K. Edw. O, spare me, or despatch me in a
[MATREVIS brings in a table. KING EDWARD is murdered by holding him down on the bed with the table, and stamping on it.
Light. So, lay the table down, and stamp on it, But not too hard, lest that you bruise his body. Mat. I fear me that this cry will raise the town,
And therefore let us take horse and away.
Enter the younger MORTIMER § and MATREVIS. Y. Mor. Is't done, Matrevis, and the murderer dead?
*eye-luls] So 4to 1622.-2tos 1598, 1612, "eies lids." +0, let me not die yet! 0, stay a while!] So 4to 1622.— 2tos 1598, 1612, "O let me not die, yet stay, 0 stay a while." ↑ King Edward is murdered, &c.] See note t, preceding col. The "red-hot spit," mentioned in p. 219, sec. col., would seem not to have been produced before the audi
§ Enter the younger Mortimer, &c.] Scene, an apartment in the royal palace.
Mat. Ay, my good lord: I would it were
K. Edw. Third. Forbid not me to weep; he was
Y. Mor. Matrevis, if thou now grow'st And, had you lov'd him half so well as I,
Y. Mor. Because I think scorn* to be accus'd.
K. Edw. Third. Traitor, in me my loving father speaks,
And plainly saith, 'twas thou that murder'dst
I'll be thy ghostly father; therefore choose,
Or else die by the hand of Mortimer.
Mat. Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fear, Betray us both; therefore let me fly.
Y. Mor. Fly to the savages!
Mat. I humbly thank your honour. [Exit.
And others are but shrubs compar'd to me:
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA.
Q. Isab. Ah, Mortimer, the king my son hath
His father's dead, and we have murder'd him!
Q Isab. Ay, but he tears his hair, and wrings his hands,
And vows to be reveng'd upon us both.
Enter KING EDWARD THE THIRD, Lords, and Attendants. First Lord. Fear not, my lord; know that you are a king.
K. Edw. Third. Villain !
Y. Mor. Ho, § now, my lord!
K. Edw. Third. Think not that I am frighted
My father's murder'd through thy treachery;
Q. Isab. Weep not, sweet son.
*now] So 4to 1598.-Not in 4tos 1612, 1622. secret] Is a trisyllable here.
Ay, but] Old eds. “I, I [i. e. Ay, ay], but."
"Lie with her, if she ask you.
Act v. sc. 2,-Beaumont and Fletcher's Works,
So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, “How."
Y. Mor. But hath your grace no other proof
K. Edw. Third. Yes, if this be the hand of
Y. Mor. It is my hand; what gather you by
K. Edw. Third. That thither thou didst send a
Y. Mor. What murderer? bring forth the man
K. Edw. Third. Ah, Mortimer, thou know'st
And so shalt thou be too.
- Why stays he
Bring him unto a hurdle, drag him forth;
Q. Isab. For my sake, sweet son, pity
Y. Mor. Madam, entreat not: I will rather die
Than sue for life unto a paltry boy.
K. Edw. Third. Hence with the traitor, with the murderer!
Y. Mor. Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy wheel
There is a point, to which when men aspire, They tumble headlong down: that point I touch'd,
And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher,
Why should I grieve at my declining fall?—
* think scorn] Qy. "think it scorn"?
The Massacre at Paris: With the Death of the Duke of Guise. As it was plaide by the right honourable the Lord high Admirall his Servants. Written by Christopher Marlow. At London Printed by E. A. for Edward White, dwelling neere the little North doore of S. Paules Church at the signe of the Gun. n. d. 8vo.