Enter the King, with the Lords.
First [341] Lord. Fear not, my lord, know that you are a king.
King. Villain!
Y. Mor. Ho, [342] now, my lord!
King. Think not that I am frighted with thy words! My father's murdered through thy treachery; And thou shalt die, and on his mournful hearse Thy hateful and accursèd head shall lie, To witness to the world, that by thy means30 His kingly body was too soon interred.
Queen. Weep not, sweet son!
King. Forbid me not to weep, he was my father; And, had you loved him half so well as I, You could not bear his death thus patiently. But you, I fear, conspired with Mortimer.
First [343] Lord. Why speak you not unto my lord the king?
Y. Mor. Because I think scorn to be accused. Who is the man dares say I murdered him?
King. Traitor! in me my loving father speaks,40 And plainly saith, 'twas thou that murder'dst him.