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Som. Have with thee, pool: farewel, ambitious
[Exit. Plan. How I am bray'd, and must perforce en
dure it! War. This blot that they object against your house, Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, Callid for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester : And if thou be not then created York, I will not live to be accounted W'arwick. Mean time in signal of my love to thee, Against proud Somerset and William Pool, Will I upon thy party wear this rose. And here I prophesie; this brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple-garden, Shall send between che red rose and the white A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair, and jailors. Mor.
IND keepers of my weak decaying age,
Let dying Mortimer here reft him relf.
death and deadly night,
Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same.
plan. Thanks, gentle Sir. Come, let us four to dinner; I dare say This quarrel will drink blood another day, (Exeunt,
These eyes like lamps whose wasting oil is spene
Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come ;
Mor. Enough; my soul then shall be satisfy d.
Enter Richard Plantagenet. Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
Plan. I, 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 latest gasp. Oh 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?
Plan. First lean thine aged back against mine arm., And in that ease I'll tell thee my displeasure.
This day, in argument upon a case,
Mor. This cause, fair nephew, that imprison’d me,
Plar. Discover more at large what cause that was, For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
Mor. I will, if that my fading breath permit,
To the Third Edward; whereas Bolingbroke
From famous Edmund Langley Duke of York
Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last
Mor. True ; and thou seest 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. plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me : But yet methinks
s execution Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
Mor. With filence, nephew, be thou politick :
my young years Might but redeem the passage of your age !
Mor. Thou dost then wrong me, as that Naughter doth Which giveth many wounds when one will kill. Mourn not, except thou forrow for my good ; Only give order for my funeral. And so farewel; and fair be all thy hopes, And prosp'rous be thy life, in peace and war. Diese
Plan. And peace, no war, befal thy parting foul ! In prison halt thou spent a pilgrimage, And like a hermit over-past thy days. Well I will lock his council in my breast, And what I do imagine let that rest. Keepers convey him hence, and I my self Will see his .burial better than his life. Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Choakd with ambition of the meaner fort.
And for those wrongs, thofe bitter injuries
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Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucester, Win.
chester, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, and Richard Plantagenet. Gloucester offers to put up a bill : Win. chester snatches it, and tears it.
OM'ST thou with deep premeditated lines,
With written pamphlets studiously deyis'd'? с Humphrey of Glo'ster, if thou can't accuse
Or ought intend't to lay unto my charge,
Do it without invention suddenly;