_Edw._ Forgive my thought[334] for having such a thought. One jewel have I left, receive thou this. [_Giving jewel._ 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! Know that I am a king: O! at that name I feel a hell of grief; where is my crown? Gone, gone; and do I remain alive?[335] _Light._ You're overwatched, my lord; lie down and rest. _Edw._ But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep, 90 For not these ten days have these eyes' lids[336] closed. Now as I speak they fall, and yet with fear Open again. O wherefore sitt'st thou here? _Light._ If you mistrust me, I'll begone, my lord. _Edw._ No, no, for if thou mean'st to murder me, Thou wilt return again, and therefore stay. [_Sleeps._ _Light._ He sleeps. _Edw._ [_awakes_.] O let me not die yet;[337] stay, O stay a while! _Light._ How now, my lord? _Edw._ Something still buzzeth in mine ears, 100 And tells me if I sleep I never wake; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come. _Light._ To rid thee of thy life; Matrevis, come. _Enter_ MATREVIS _and_ GURNEY. _Edw._ I am too weak and feeble to resist: Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul. _Light._ Run for the table. _Edw._ O spare me, or despatch me in a trice. _Light._ So, lay the table down, and stamp on it, But not too hard, lest that you bruise his body. 110 [KING EDWARD _is murdered._ _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. [GURNEY _stabs_ LIGHTBORN. Come, let us cast the body in the moat, And bear the king's to Mortimer our lord: Away! [_Exeunt with the bodies._ SCENE VI. _Enter_[338] MORTIMER _and_ MATREVIS. _Y. Mor._ Is't done, Matrevis, and the murderer dead? _Mat._ I, my good lord; I would it were undone. _Y. Mor._ Matrevis, if thou now[339] growest penitent I'll be thy ghostly father; therefore chuse, 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. 10 _Y. Mor._ As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge tree; And others are but shrubs compared to me. All tremble at my name, and I fear none; Let's see who dare impeach me for his death. _Enter the_ QUEEN.