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Enter Edmund Mortimer, brought in a chair, and Jailers. MORTIMER Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. Even like a man new-halèd from the rack, So fare my limbs with long imprisonment; And these gray locks, the pursuivants of death, 5 Nestor-like agèd 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, 10 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-wingèd with desire to get a grave, 15 As witting I no other comfort have. But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? | We meet Mortimer. He's dying, unable to walk, and in prison; he even says he has a big ol' death wish. He does want to know if his nephew is coming, though. |
KEEPER Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come. We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber, And answer was returned that he will come. 20 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; 25 And even since then hath Richard been obscured, Deprived of honor and inheritance. But now the arbitrator of despairs, Just Death, kind umpire of men’s miseries, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence. 30 I would his troubles likewise were expired, That so he might recover what was lost. | The Gaoler says that his nephew will come, revealing to the audience that Mortimer's nephew is none other than Richard. Guess he's finished dinner. Mortimer laments that he used to be a great warrior, but since Henry of Monmouth (Henry V) began to reign, he's been locked up. He says Henry's reign has been bad for Richard, too. He praises death again and wishes his nephew well. |
Enter Richard Plantagenet. KEEPER My lord, your loving nephew now is come. MORTIMER Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come? PLANTAGENET Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used, 35 Your nephew, late despisèd Richard, comes. MORTIMER, to Jailer 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. 40 He embraces Richard. And now declare, sweet stem from York’s great stock, Why didst thou say of late thou wert despised? PLANTAGENET First, lean thine agèd back against mine arm, And in that ease I’ll tell thee my disease. This day, in argument upon a case, 45 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. 50 Therefore, good uncle, for my father’s sake, In honor of a true Plantagenet, And for alliance’ sake, declare the cause My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head. | Richard arrives and they greet each other warmly, then Richard describes
the quarrel he just had. He also asks Mortimer why his father was
executed for treason. Turns out he doesn't know. |
MORTIMER That cause, fair nephew, that imprisoned me 55 And hath detained me all my flow’ring youth Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine, Was cursèd instrument of his decease. PLANTAGENET Discover more at large what cause that was, For I am ignorant and cannot guess. 60 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 65 Of Edward king, the third of that descent; During whose reign the Percies of the north, Finding his usurpation most unjust, Endeavored my advancement to the throne. The reason moved these warlike lords to this 70 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 derivèd am From Lionel, Duke of Clarence, third son 75 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 laborèd to plant the rightful heir, 80 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, 85 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 90 And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, In whom the title rested, were suppressed. | Actually, it's the same reason Mortimer is in prison, and he says he'll tell Richard as long as he doesn't die before he finishes the story. Talk about heightening the suspense… Mortimer tells a long story. Basically, he says he had a better claim to the throne than Henry IV, the current King Henry VI's grandfather. When a group of noblemen tried to put Mortimer on the throne, though, they were killed and he was imprisoned. Then Henry V inherited the throne from Henry IV (original names, huh?), and Richard's father, the Earl of Cambridge, tried to put Mortimer on the throne again. And again, it didn't work—Richard's father was beheaded, and Mortimer is still imprisoned. |
PLANTAGENET Of which, my lord, your Honor is the last. MORTIMER True, and thou seest that I no issue have And that my fainting words do warrant death. 95 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. 100 | Richard and Mortimer now move on to the present. Mortimer has no son, so as his nephew, Richard is his heir. Basically, this means Richard could be king, at least if he and Mortimer are right about the succession. Mortimer warns him to be careful, especially since the house of Lancaster has been so successful. |
MORTIMER With silence, nephew, be thou politic; Strong-fixèd 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 105 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. 110 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. | Mortimer tells his nephew not to be too sad, but to plan Mortimer's
funeral. Then he wishes Richard well and dies. Talk about an intense
scene. |
PLANTAGENET And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul. 115 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 120 Will see his burial better than his life. Jailers exit carrying Mortimer’s body. 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, 125 I doubt not but with honor to redress. And therefore haste I to the Parliament, Either to be restorèd to my blood, Or make mine ill th’ advantage of my good. He exits. | Richard wishes his uncle's soul well and says he'll give him a good funeral. Richard also seems to be thinking about his uncle's advice—he isn't telling anyone yet, but it sounds like he might be interested in the throne. Richard heads off to Parliament, hoping to be restored to the title of Duke of York held by his family before his father's execution. |