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And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted;
book of memory,
Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still : And know. us, by these colours, for thy foes ; For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear.
Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Until it wither with me to my grave, Or flourish to the height of my degree. Suf. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy ambi
tion ! And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambitious Richard.
[Exit. Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce en
dure it! War. This blot, that they object against your
• Corrupted, and exempt] Exempt for excluded.
3 For your partaker Poole,] Partaker in ancient language sig. nifies one who takes part with another, an accomplice, a confederate.
* To scourge you for this apprehension :] Apprehension, i. e. opinion.
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you, That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same. Law. And so will I.
Plan. Thanks, gentle sir. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say, This quarrel will drink blood another day. (Exeunt.
A Room in the Tower.
Enter MORTIMER, brought in a Chair by Two
Keepers. Mor. 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 burd’ning grief; And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
Spursuivants of death,] Pursuivants. The heralds that, forerunning death, proclaim its approach.
as drawing to their exigent :] Exigent,.end.
That droops his sapless branches to the ground.
1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; And answer was return'd that he will come.
Mor. 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 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. i Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is
come. Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he
come? Plan. 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
gasp : O, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks,
7- the arbitrator of despairs,
Just death, kind umpire - ] That is, he that terminates or concludes misery. The expression is harsh, and forced. JOHNSON, late-despised - i. e. lately despised.
That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
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 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,
Plan. Discover more at large what cause that
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 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, Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne:
I'll tell thee my disease.] Disease seems to be here uneasiness, or discontent.
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this,
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 : And yet be wary in thy studious care.
Plan. 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 ;
I in this haughty great attempt,] Haughty is high.
· Thou art my heir ; the rest, I wish thee gather:] The sense isI acknowledge thee to be my heir ; the consequences which may be collected from thence, I recommend it to thee to draw.