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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 ;
They give me bread and water, being a king;
So that, for want of sleep and sustenance,
My mind's distemper'd, and my body's numb'd,
And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
O, would my blood dropp'd out from every vein,
As doth this water from my tatter'd * robes!
Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus,
When for her sake I ran at tilt in France,
And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont.
Light. O, speak no more, my lord! this breaks
my heart.

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,
And let me see the stroke before it comes,
That even then ‡ when I shall lose my life,
My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Light. What means your highness to mistrust
me thus?

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:
[Giving jewel.
Still fear I, and I know not what's the cause,
But every joint shakes as I give it thee.
O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart,
Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul!
Know that I am a king: O, at that name
I feel a hell of grief! where is my crown?
Gone, gone! and do I [still] remain alive? §
Light. You're overwatch'd, my lord: lie down
and rest.

* 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.

[Sleeps.

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

trice!

[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.
Light. Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely done?
Gur. Excellent well: take this for thy reward.
[Stabs LIGHTBORN, who dies.
Come, let us cast the body in the moat,
And bear the king's to Mortimer our lord:
Away!
[Exeunt with the bodies.

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

ence.

§ Enter the younger Mortimer, &c.] Scene, an apartment in the royal palace.

Mat. Ay, my good lord: I would it were

undone!

K. Edw. Third. Forbid not me to weep; he was
my father;

Y. Mor. Matrevis, if thou now grow'st And, had you lov'd him half so well as I,
You could not bear his death thus patiently:
But you, I fear, conspir'd with Mortimer.
First Lord. Why speak you not unto my lord
the king?

Y. Mor. Because I think scorn* to be accus'd.
Who is the man dares say I murder'd him?

K. Edw. Third. Traitor, in me my loving father speaks,

And plainly saith, 'twas thou that murder'dst

him.

penitent,

I'll be thy ghostly father; therefore choose,
Whether thou wilt be secret+ in this,

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.
Y. Mor. As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge
tree,

And others are but shrubs compar'd to me:
All tremble at my name, and I fear none:
Let's see who dare impeach me for his death!

Enter QUEEN ISABELLA.

Q. Isab. Ah, Mortimer, the king my son hath

news,

His father's dead, and we have murder'd him!
Y. Mor. What if he have? the king is yet a
child.

Q Isab. Ay, but he tears his hair, and wrings his hands,

And vows to be reveng'd upon us both.
Into the council-chamber he is gone,
To crave the aid and succour of his peers.
Ay me, see where he comes, and they with him!
Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy.

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
with thy words:

My father's murder'd through thy treachery;
And thou shalt die, and on his mournful hearse
Thy hateful and accursed head shall lie,
To witness to the world that by thy means
His kingly body was too soon interr'd.

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."
Ho] i. e. Stop, hold. (compare Shakespeare and
Fletcher's Two Noble Kinsmen ;

"Lie with her, if she ask you.
Jailer. Ho, there, doctor!"

Act v. sc. 2,-Beaumont and Fletcher's Works,
xi. 422, ed. Dyce.)

So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, “How."

Y. Mor. But hath your grace no other proof
than this?

K. Edw. Third. Yes, if this be the hand of
Mortimer.
[Shewing letter.
Y. Mor. False Gurney hath betray'd me and
himself. [Aside to QUEEN ISABELLA.
Q. Isab. I fear'd as much: murder can not be
hid.

Y. Mor. It is my hand; what gather you by
this?

K. Edw. Third. That thither thou didst send a
murderer.

Y. Mor. What murderer? bring forth the man
I sent.

K. Edw. Third. Ah, Mortimer, thou know'st
that he is slain!

And so shalt thou be too.

- Why stays he

here?

Bring him unto a hurdle, drag him forth;
Hang him, I say, and set his quarters up:
But bring his head back presently to me.

Q. Isab. For my sake, sweet son, pity
Mortimer!

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?—
Farewell, fair queen: weep not for Mortimer,
That scorns the world, and, as a traveller,
Goes to discover countries yet unknown.

* think scorn] Qy. "think it scorn"?

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THE MASSACRE AT PARIS.

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.

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