And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the title rested, were suppress’d.
[♦] Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
Mor. True; and them seest that I no issue have
95 And that my fainting words do warrant death:
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
100 Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.