_Mor._ I will, if that my fading breath permit   [abe061] And death approach not ere my tale be done. Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king, Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward’s son,   [abe064] The first-begotten and the lawful heir   ·abe065· Of Edward king, the third of that descent:   [abe066] During whose reign the Percies of the north, Finding his usurpation most unjust, Endeavour’d my advancement to the throne: The reason moved these warlike lords to this   ·abe070· Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,   [abe071] Leaving no heir begotten of his body-- I was the next by birth and parentage; For by my mother I derived am From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son   [abe075] To King Edward the Third; whereas he   [abe076] From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, Being but fourth of that heroic line.   [abe078] But mark: as in this haughty great attempt   [abe079] They laboured to plant the rightful heir,   ·abe080· I lost my liberty and they their lives. Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,   [abe082] Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,   [abe083] Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,   ·abe085· Marrying my sister that thy mother was, Again in pity of my hard distress Levied an army, weening to redeem And have install’d me in the diadem:   [abe089] But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl   ·abe090· And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, In whom the title rested, were suppress’d. _Plan._ Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.   [abe093] _Mor._ True; and them seest that I no issue have And that my fainting words do warrant death:   ·abe095· Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather: But yet be wary in thy studious care. _Plan._ Thy grave admonishments prevail with me: But yet, methinks, my father’s execution Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.   ·abe100· _Mor._ With silence, nephew, be thou politic: Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster   [abe102] And like a mountain, not to be removed. But now thy uncle is removing hence; As princes do their courts, when they are cloy’d   [abe105] With long continuance in a settled place. _Plan._ O, uncle, would some part of my young years Might but redeem the passage of your age! _Mor._ Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth   [abe109] Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.   ·abe110· Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; Only give order for my funeral: And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes   [abe113] And prosperous be thy life in peace and war! [_Dies._