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King Henry the Sixth, II. v

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 farewell; and fair be all thy hopes,

And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!

Dies.

Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!

In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,

And like a hermit overpass'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 [Jailors, bearing out the body of Mortimer].

Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,

Chok'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 the advantage of my good.

 128 blood: hereditary rights

129 Cf. n. 