Mortimer

Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,

Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.

Even like a man 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, overborne with burdening grief,

And pithless arms, like to a withered vine

That droops 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?

First Gaoler

Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:

We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;

And answer was returned that he will come.

Mortimer

Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.

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 obscured,

Deprived 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 expired,

That so he might recover what was lost. Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET.

First Gaoler

My lord, your loving nephew now is come.

Mortimer

Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?

Plantagenet

Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,

Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes.

Mortimer

Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,

And in his bosom spend my latter 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 despised?

Plantagenet

First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;

And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.

This day, in argument upon a case,

Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;

Among which terms he used 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.

Mortimer

That cause, fair nephew, that imprisoned me

And hath detained me all my flowering youth

Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,

Was cursed instrument of his decease.

Plantagenet

Discover more at large what cause that was,

For I am ignorant and cannot guess.

Mortimer

I will, if that my fading breath permit

and death approach not ere my tale be done.

Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,

Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,

The first begotten and the lawful heir

Of Edward king, the third of that descent:

During whose reign the Percies of the north,

Finding his usurpation most unjust,

Endeavoured my advancement to the throne:

The reason moved these warlike lords to this

Was, for that — young Richard thus removed,

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 Clarence, third son

To King Edward the Third; whereas he

From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,

Being but fourth of that heroic 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 derived

From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,

Marrying my sister that thy mother was,

Again in pity of my hard distress

Levied an army, weening to redeem

And have installed 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 suppressed.

Plantagenet

Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.

Mortimer

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.

Plantagenet

Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:

But yet, methinks, my father's execution

Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.

Mortimer

With silence, nephew, be thou politic:

Strong fixed is the house of Lancaster

And like a mountain, not to be removed.

But now thy uncle is removing hence;

As princes do their courts, when they are cloyed

With long continuance in a settled place.

Plantagenet

O, uncle, would some part of my young years

Might but redeem the passage of your age!

Mortimer

Thou dost then wrong me, as that 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 farewell, and fair be all thy hopes

And prosperous be thy life in peace and war! Dies.

Plantagenet

And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!

In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage

And like a hermit overpassed 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 Gaolers, bearing out the body of Mortimer.

Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,

Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:

And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,

Which Somerset hath offered 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 will the advantage of my good. Exit.