They stay your answer, will you yield your crown? t See, monsters, see, I'll wear my crown again. Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts, But that I feel the crown upon my head, And therefore let me wear it yet a while. Trusty. My lord, the parliament must have present news, And therefore say, will you resign or no? Edw. I'll not resign! but whilst I live, be king! Traitors, be gone, and join with Mortimer. Elect, conspire, install, do what you will: Their blood and yours shall seal these treacheries. Bish. This answer we'll return, and so farewell. Leic. Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair; For if they go, the prince shall lose his right. Edw. Call thou them back, I have no power to speak. Bish. If he be not, let him choose. Edw. O would I might! but heav'n and earth conspire To make me miserable! here, receive my crown; Receive it? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime. And Isabel, whose eyes being turn'd to steel, And sit for ever inthroniz'd in heav'n! Come, Death, and with thy fingers close my eyes, Bart. My lord. Enter Bartley. Edw. Call me not lord; Away, out of my sight-ah, pardon me, Let not that Mortimer protect my son; Than his imbracements-Bear this to the queen, Trusty. And thus, most humbly do we take our leave. Edw. Farewell; I know the next news that they bring, Will be my death; and welcome shall it be, To wretched men, death is felicity. Leic. Another post! what news brings he? Edw. Such news as I expect-come, Bartley, come, And tell thy message to my naked breast. Bart. My lord, think not a thought so villanous Can harbour in a man of noble birth. To do your highness service and devoir, And save you from your foes, Bartley would die. Leic. My lord, the counsel of the That I resign my charge. queen commands Edw. And who must keep me now? must you, my lord? Edw. By Mortimer, whose name is written here. Hear me, immortal Jove, and grant it too! And Bart. Your grace must hence with me to Bartley straight. Edw. Whither you will, all places are alike, every earth is fit for burial. Leic. Favour him, my lord, as much as lieth in you. And that's the cause that I am now remov'd. Bart. And thinks your grace that Bartley will be cruel? Edw. I know not, but of this am I assur'd, That death ends all, and I can die but once. Lightborn is employed to murder the king. Edw. Who's there? what light is that? wherefore com'st thou? Light. To comfort you, and bring you joyful news. Edw. Small comfort finds poor Edward in thy looks. Villain, I know thou com'st to murder me. Light. To murder you, my most gracious lord! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were us❜d, For she relents at this your misery: And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, To see a king in this most piteous state? Edw. Weep'st thou already? list a-while to me, Light. O villains! Edw. And there, in mire and puddle, have I stood They give me bread and water, being a king; And whether I have limbs or no, I know not. Light. O speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile. Edw. These looks of thine can harbour My mind may be more stedfast on my God. nought but Light. What means your highness to mistrust me thus? blood, Nor shall they now be tainted with a king's. Edw. Forgive my thought, for having such a thought. One jewel have I left, receive thou this. Still fear I, and I know not what's the cause, But every joint shakes as I give it thee. O if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart! Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul. Gone, gone, and do I still remain alive? Light. You're overwatch'd, my lord, lie down and rest. For not these ten days have these eye-lids clos'd. Now as I speak they fall, and yet with fear Open again. O wherefore sit'st thou here? Light. If you mistrust me, I'll be gone, my lord. Thou wilt return again, and therefore stay. Edw. O let me not die; yet stay, O stay a-while. Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep I never wake; Light. To rid thee of thy life; Matrevis, come. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist : Edw. O spare me, or despatch me in a trice. Matr. I fear me that this cry will raise the town, Light. Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely done? Come, let us cast the body in the mote, And bear the king's to Mortimer, our lord: away." In the tragedy of Doctor Faustus, the sole interest centers in the learned person who gives the title to it; and who, having travelled round the circle of all sciences, "And glutted now with learning's golden gifts," addicts himself to the practice of magic. For a reign of twenty-four years on earth, he barters an immortality of happiness in heaven. The play embraces the whole of this periodhis unholy compact-his various enjoyments, and the termination of his mundane glory. Faustus anticipates the glories and delights of his magical pursuits. "O what a world of profit and delight, All things that move between the quiet poles Here tire my brains to get a deity. How am I glutted with conceit of this! Resolve me of all ambiguities? Perform what desperate enterprise I will? Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world, |