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SCENE IV. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 
The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.
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- The king must die, or Mortimer goes down
- The commons now begin to pity him.
- Yet he that is the cause of Edward's death,
- Is sure to pay for it when his son's of age;
- And therefore will I do it cunningly.
- This letter, written by a friend of ours,
- Contains his death, yet bids them save his life.
- Edwardum occidere nolite timers bonum est
- Fear not to kill the king His good he dte
- But read it thus, and that's another sense;
- Edwardum occidere nolite timere bonum est
- Kill not the king 'tis good to fear the worst.
- Unpointed as it is, thus shall it go,
- That, being dead, if it chance to be found,
- Matrevis and the rest may bear the blame,
- And we be quit that caused it to be done.
- Within this room is locked the messenger,
- That shall convey it, and perform the rest;
- And by a secret token that he bears,
- Shall he be murdered when the deed is done.—
- Lightborn, come forth!
- Art-thou so resolute as thou wast?
- What else, my lord? and far more resolute.
- And hast thou cast how to accomplish it?
- Ay, ay, and none shall know which way he died
- But at his looks, Lightborn, thou wilt relent.
- Relent! ha, ha! I use much to relent,
- Well, do it bravely, and be secret.
- You shall not need to give instructions:
- Tis not the first time I have killed a man.
- Iliearned in Naples how to poison flowers;
- To strangle with a lawn thrust through the throat.
- To pierce the windpipe with the needle's point,
- Or whilst one is asleep, to take a quill
- And blow a little powder his ears:
- Or open his mouth and pour quicksilver down.
- And yet I have a braver way than these,
- Nay, you shall pardon me, none shall know my tricks.
- I care not how it is, so it be not spied.
- Deliver this to Gurney and Matrevis.
- At every ten mile end thou hast a horse.
- Take this, away, and never see me more.
- Unless thou bring me news of Edward's death.
- Light That will I quickly do; farewell, my lord.
- The prince I rule, the queen do I command,
- And with a lowly conge to the ground,
- The proudest lords salute me as I pass:
- I seal, I cancel, I do what I will;
- Feared am I more than loved-let me be feared;
- And when I frown, make all the court look pale.
- I view the prince with Aristarchus' eyes,
- Whose looks were as a breeching to a boy.
- They thrust upon me the protectorship,
- And sue to me for that that I desire.
- While at the council-table, grave enough,
- And not unlike a bashful puritan,
- First I complain of imbecility,
- Saying it is onus quam gravissimum,
- Till being interrupted by my friends,
- Suscepi that provinaam as they term it;
- And to conclude, I am Protector now.
- Now is all sure, the queen and Mortimer
- Shall rule the realm, the king; and none rules us.
- Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance;
- And what I list command who dare control?
- Major sum quam cui possit fortuna nocerc
- And that this be the coronation-day,
- It pleaseth me, and Isabel the queen.
- [Trumpets within.
- The trumpets sound, I must go take my place.
- Enter the YoungKing, Archbishop, Champion, Nobles, Queen.
- Long live King Edward, by the grace of God,
- King of England, and Lord of Ireland'
- If any Christian, Heathen, Turk, or Jew,
- Dare but affirm that Edward's not true king,
- And will avouch his saying with the sword,
- I am the champion that will combat with him.
- None comes, sound trumpets.
- Champion, here's to thee.
- [Gives a purse.
- Lord Mortimer, now take him to your charge.
- Enter Soldiers, with theEarl of Kent prisoner.
- What traitor have we there with blades and bills?
- A would have taken the king away perforce.
- As we were bringing him to Killingworth.
- Did you attempt his rescue, Edmund? speak
- Mortimer, I did; he is our king,
- And thou compell'st this prince to wear the crown.
- Strike off his head, he shall have martial law.
- Strike off my head! base traitor, I defy thee.
- King. My lord, he is my uncle, and shall live.
- My lord, he is your enemy, and shall die.
- Sweet mother, if I cannot pardon him,
- Entreat my Lord Protector for his life.
- Queen, Son, be content; I dare not speak a word.
- Nor I, and yet methinks I should command,
- But, seeing I cannot, I'll entreat for him,—
- My lord, if you will let my uncle live,
- I will requite it when I come to age.
- 'Tis for your highness' good, and for the realm's—
- How often shall I bid you bear him hence?
- Kent Art thou king? must I die at thy command?
- At our command! once more away with him.
- Let me but stay and speak; I will not go.
- Either my brother or his son is king.
- And none of both them thirst for Edmund's blood.
- And therefore, soldiers, whither will you hale me?
- [They hale Kent away, and carry him to be beheaaed.
- What safety may I look for at his hands,
- If that my uncle shall be murdered thus?
- Fear not, sweet boy, I'll guard thee from thy foes;
- Had Edmund lived, he would have sought thy death.
- Come, son, we'll ride a hunting in the park.
- And shall my uncle Edmund ride with us?
- He is a traitor; think not on him; come.
- [Exeunt omnes.