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 Mor.ju. As for my selfe, I stand as Joves huge tree, And others are but shrubs compar'd to me, All tremble at my name, and I feare none, Lets see who dare impeach me for his death?

Qu. A Mortimer, the King my sonne hath newes, His father's dead, and we have murthered him.

Mor.ju. What if he have? the King is yet a child.

Que. I, I, but he teares his haire and wrings his hands, And vowes to be reveng'd upon us both, Into the Councell chamber he is gone, To crave the aid and succour of his Peeres, Aye me, see where he comes, and they with him, Now Mortimer begins our Tragedy.

Lords. Feare not my Lord, know that you are a King.

King. Villaine.

Mor.ju. How now my Lord?

King. Thinke not that I am frighted with thy words, My father's murthered through thy trechery, And thou shalt dye, and on his mournfull Herse, Thy hatefull and accursed head shall lye, To witnesse to the world, that by thy meanes His Kingly body was too soone inter'd.

Qu. Weepe not sweete sonne.

King. Forbid not me to weepe, he was my Father, And had you lov'd him halfe so well as I, You could not beare his death thus patiently, But you I feare conspir'd with Mortimer.

Lords. Why speake you not unto my Lord the King?

Mor.ju. Because I thinke scorne to be accus'd, Who is the man dare say I murthered him?

King. Traytour, in me my loving Father speakes, And plainely saith, t'was thou that murtheredst him.

Mor.ju. But hath your Grace no other proofe then this?

King. Yes, if this be the hand of Mortimer.

Mor.ju. False Gurney hath betray'd me and himselfe.

Qu. I fear'd as much, murther cannot be hid.