And therefore we commit you to the Tower, Till further trial may be made thereof. If you be guilty, though I be your son, Think not to find me slack or pitiful. _Q. Isab._ Nay, to my death; for too long have I liv'd, Whenas my son thinks to abridge my days. _K. Edw. Third._ Away with her! her words enforce these tears, And I shall pity her, if she speak again. _Q. Isab._ Shall I not mourn for my beloved lord? And with the rest accompany him to his grave. _Sec. Lord._ Thus, madam, 'tis the king's will you shall hence. _Q. Isab._ He hath forgotten me: stay; I am his mother. _Sec. Lord._ That boots not; therefore, gentle madam, go. _Q. Isab._ Then come, sweet death, and rid me of this grief! [_Exit with Second Lord and some of the Attendants._ _Re-enter_ First Lord, _with the head of the younger_ MORTIMER. _First Lord._ My lord, here is the head of Mortimer. _K. Edw. Third._ Go fetch my father's hearse, where it shall lie; And bring my funeral robes. [_Exeunt Attendants._ Accursed head, Could I have rul'd thee then, as I do now, Thou hadst not hatch'd this monstrous treachery!-- Here comes the hearse: help me to mourn, my lords. _Re-enter_ Attendants, _with the hearse and funeral robes._ Sweet father, here unto thy murder'd ghost I offer up the wicked traitor's head; And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes, Be witness of my grief and innocency. [_Exeunt._