Mor.
Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.— [seating him in a Chair.
Even like a man ^note14Q0777 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, over-born with burth'ning grief;
And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
That drops ^note 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. K.
Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:
We sent unto the temple, to ^note his chamber;
And answer was return'd—that he will come.

Mor.
Enough; my soul shall then ^note be satisfy'd.—
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. K.
My lord, your loving nephew now is come.

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

Pla.
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 ^note gasp:
O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
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?

Pla.
First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my dis-ease.
This day, in argument upon a case,
Some words their grew 'twixt Somerset and me:
Among ^note which terms, he us'd his lavish tongue,
And did upbraid me with my 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.

Pla.
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 cousin ^note Richard; Edward's son,
The first-begotten and the lawful heir
Of Edward king, the ^note third of that descent:
During whose reign, the Percies of the north,
Finding his usurpation most unjust,
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne:
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this,
Was—for that (young king ^note 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 Clarance, ^note the ^note third son
To king Edward the third; whereas he, Bolingbroke,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but the ^note 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,
Levy'd an army; weening to redeem,
And have instal'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.

Pla.
Of which, my ^note lord, your honour is the last.

Mor.
True; and thou see'st, that I no issue have;
And that my fainting words do warrant death:
Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather:
But yet be wary in thy studious care.

Pla.
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;
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 ^note courts, when they are cloy'd
With long continuance in a settl'd place.

Pla.
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 slaughterer 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 farewel; And fair befal ^note thy hopes!14Q0778
And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! [Mortimer sinks in his Chair, and expires.

Pla.
And peace, no war, befal thy parting soul!
In prison ^note hast thou spent a pilgrimage,
And like a hermit over-pass'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,
Choak'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 ^note the advantage of my good. [Exit.

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