_K. Edw._ I am too weak and feeble to resist.-- Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul! _Light._ Run for the table. _K. Edw._ O, spare me, or despatch me in a trice! [_Matrevis brings in a table. King Edward is murdered by holding him down on the bed with the table, and stamping on it._ _Light._ So, lay the table down, and stamp on it, But not too hard, lest that you bruise his body. _Mat._ I fear me that this cry will raise the town, And therefore let us take horse and away. _Light._ Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely done? _Gur._ Excellent well: take this for thy reward. [_Stabs Lightborn, who dies._ Come, let us cast the body in the moat, And bear the king's to Mortimer our lord: Away! [_Exeunt with the bodies._ _Enter the younger_ MORTIMER _and_ MATREVIS. _Y. Mor._ Is't done, Matrevis, and the murderer dead? _Mat._ Ay, my good lord: I would it were undone! _Y. Mor._ Matrevis, if thou now grow'st penitent, I'll be thy ghostly father; therefore choose, Whether thou wilt be secret in this, Or else die by the hand of Mortimer. _Mat._ Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fear, Betray us both; therefore let me fly. _Y. Mor._ Fly to the savages! _Mat._ I humbly thank your honour. [_Exit._ _Y. Mor._ As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge tree, And others are but shrubs compar'd to me: All tremble at my name, and I fear none: Let's see who dare impeach me for his death! _Enter_ QUEEN ISABELLA. _Q. Isab._ Ah, Mortimer, the king my son hath news, His father's dead, and we have murder'd him! _Y. Mor._ What if he have? the king is yet a child. _Q. Isab._ Ay, but he tears his hair, and wrings his hands, And vows to be reveng'd upon us both. Into the council-chamber he is gone, To crave the aid and succour of his peers. Ay me, see where he comes, and they with him! Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy. _Enter_ KING EDWARD THE THIRD, Lords, _and_ Attendants.