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ln 0001The troublesome
ln 0002raigne and lamentable death of
ln 0003Edward the second, King of
ln 0004England: with the tragicall
ln 0005fall of proud Mortimer:

ln 0006As it was sundrie times publiquely acted
ln 0007in the honourable citie of London, by the
ln 0008right honourable the Earle of Pem-
ln 0009brooke his seruants.
ln 0010Written by Chri. Marlow Gent.

ln 0011Imprinted at London for William Iones
ln 0012dwelling neere Holbourne conduit, at the
ln 0013signe of the Gunne. 1594.

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wln 0001The troublesome raigne and la-
wln 0002mentable death of Edward the
wln 0003second, king of England: with the
wln 0004tragicall fall of proud Mortimer.

wln 0005Enter Gauestone reading on a letter that was
wln 0006brought him from the king.

wln 0007MY father is deceast, come Gaueston,
wln 0008And share the kingdom with thy deerest friend
wln 0009Ah words that make me surfet with delight:
wln 0010What greater blisse can hap to Gaueston,
wln 0011Then liue and be the fauorit of a king?
wln 0012Sweete prince I come, these these thy amorous lines,
wln 0013Might haue enforst me to haue swum from France,
wln 0014And like Leander gaspt vpon the sande,
wln 0015So thou wouldst smile and take me in thy armes.
wln 0016The sight of London to my exiled eyes,
wln 0017Is as Elizium to a new come soule,
wln 0018Not that I loue the citie or the men,
wln 0019But that it harbors him I hold so deare,
wln 0020The king, vpon whose bosome let me die,
wln 0021And with the world be still at enmitie:
wln 0022What neede the artick people loue star-light,
wln 0023To whom the sunne shines both by day and night.
wln 0024Farewell base stooping to the lordly peeres,
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wln 0025My knee shall bowe to none but to the king,
wln 0026As for the multitude that are but sparkes,
wln 0027Rakt vp in embers of their pouertie,
wln 0028Tanti: Ile fanne first on the winde,
wln 0029That glaunceth at my lips and flieth away;
wln 0030But how now, what are these?
wln 0031Enter three poore men.
wln 0032Poore men.Such as desire your worships seruice.
wln 0033Gauest.What canst thou doe?
wln 00341. poore.I can ride.
wln 0035Gauest.But I haue no horses. What art thou?
wln 00362. poore.A traueller.
wln 0037Gauest.Let me see, thou wouldst do well
wln 0038To waite at my trencher, & tell me lies at dinner time,
wln 0039And as I like your discoursing, ile haue you.
wln 0040And what art thou?
wln 00413. poore.A souldier, that hath seru’d against the Scot.
wln 0042Gauest.Why there are hospitals for such as you,
wln 0043I haue no warre, and therefore sir be gone.
wln 0044Sold.Farewell, and perish by a souldiers hand,
wln 0045That wouldst reward them with an hospitall.
wln 0046Gau.I, I, these wordes of his moue me as much,
wln 0047As if a Goose should play the Porpintine,
wln 0048And dart her plumes, thinking to pierce my brest,
wln 0049But yet it is no paine to speake men faire,
wln 0050Ile flatter these, and make them liue in hope:
wln 0051You know that I came lately out of France,
wln 0052And yet I haue not viewd my Lord the king,
wln 0053If I speed well, ile entertaine you all.
wln 0054Omnes.We thanke your worship.
wln 0055Gauest.I haue some busines, leaue me to my selfe.
wln 0056Omnes.We will wait heere about the court.Exeunt.

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of Edward the second.

wln 0057Gauest.Do: these are not men for me,
wln 0058I must haue wanton Poets, pleasant wits,
wln 0059Musitians, that with touching of a string
wln 0060May draw the pliant king which way I please:
wln 0061Musicke and poetrie is his delight,
wln 0062Therefore ile haue Italian maskes by night,
wln 0063Sweete speeches, comedies, and pleasing showes,
wln 0064And in the day when he shall walke abroad,
wln 0065Like Siluian Nimphes my pages shall be clad,
wln 0066My men like Satyres grazing on the lawnes,
wln 0067Shall with their Goate feete daunce an antick hay,
wln 0068Sometime a louelie boye in Dians shape,
wln 0069With haire that gilds the water as it glides,
wln 0070Crownets of pearle about his naked armes,
wln 0071And in his sportfull hands an Oliue tree,
wln 0072To hide those parts which men delight to see,
wln 0073Shall bathe him in a spring, and there hard by,
wln 0074One like Actæon peeping through the groue,
wln 0075Shall by the angrie goddesse be transformde,
wln 0076And running in the likenes of an Hart,
wln 0077By yelping hounds puld downe, and seeme to die,
wln 0078Such things as these best please his maiestie.
wln 0079My lord, heere comes the king and the nobles
wln 0080From the parlament, ile stand aside.

wln 0081Enter the King, Lancaster, Mortimer senior, Mortimer
wln 0082iunior, Edmund Earle of Kent, Guie Earle of War-
wln 0083wicke, &c.

wln 0084Edward.Lancaster.
wln 0085Lancast.My Lorde.
wln 0086Gauest.That Earle of Lancaster do I abhorre.

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wln 0087Edw.Will you not graunt me this? in spight of them
wln 0088Ile haue my will, and these two Mortimers,
wln 0089That crosse me thus, shall know I am displeasd.
wln 0090Mor. se.If you loue vs my lord, hate Gaueston.
wln 0091Gauest.That villaine Mortimer ile be his death.
wln 0092Mor. iu.Mine vnckle heere, this Earle, & I my selfe,
wln 0093Were sworne to your father at his death,
wln 0094That he should nere returne into the realme:
wln 0095And know my lord, ere I will breake my oath,
wln 0096This sword of mine that should offend your foes,
wln 0097Shall sleepe within the scabberd at thy neede,
wln 0098And vnderneath thy banners march who will,
wln 0099For Mortimer will hang his armor vp.
wln 0100Gauest.Mort. dieu.
wln 0101Edw.Well Mortimer, ile make thee rue these words,
wln 0102Beseemes it thee to contradict thy king?
wln 0103Frownst thou thereat aspiring Lancaster,
wln 0104The sworde shall plane the furrowes of thy browes,
wln 0105And hew these knees that now are growne so stiffe,
wln 0106I will haue Gaueston, and you shall know,
wln 0107What danger tis to stand against your king.
wln 0108Gauest.Well doone, Ned.
wln 0109Lan.My lord, why do you thus incense your peeres,
wln 0110That naturally would loue and honour you:
wln 0111But for that base and obscure Gaueston,
wln 0112Foure Earldomes haue I besides Lancaster,
wln 0113Darbie, Salsburie, Lincolne, Leicester,
wln 0114These will I sell to giue my souldiers paye,
wln 0115Ere Gaueston shall stay within the realme,
wln 0116Therefore if he be come, expell him straight.
wln 0117Edm.Barons & Earls, your pride hath made me mute,
wln 0118But now ile speake, and to the proofe I hope:

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wln 0119I do remember in my fathers dayes,
wln 0120Lord Percie of the North being highly mou’d,
wln 0121Brau’d Mowberie in presence of the king,
wln 0122For which, had not his highnes lou’d him well,
wln 0123He should haue lost his head, but with his looke,
wln 0124The vndaunted spirit of Percie was appeasd,
wln 0125And Mowberie and he were reconcild:
wln 0126Yet dare you braue the king vnto his face,
wln 0127Brother reuenge it, and let these their heads,
wln 0128Preach vpon poles for trespasse of their tongues.
wln 0129Warwicke.O our heads.
wln 0130Edw.I yours, and therefore I would wish you graunt.
wln 0131Warw.Bridle thy anger gentle Mortimer.
wln 0132Mor. iu.I cannot, nor I will not, I must speake,
wln 0133Cosin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads,
wln 0134And strike off his that makes you threaten vs.
wln 0135Come vnckle, let vs leaue the brainsick king,
wln 0136And henceforth parle with our naked swords.
wln 0137Mor. se.Wilshire hath men enough to saue our heads.
wln 0138Warw.All Warwickshire will loue him for my sake.
wln 0139Lanc.And Northward Gaueston hath many friends,
wln 0140Adew my Lord, and either change your minde,
wln 0141Or looke to see the throne where you should sit,
wln 0142To floate in bloud, and at thy wanton head,
wln 0143The glozing head of thy base minion throwne.
wln 0144Exeunt Nobiles.
wln 0145Edw.I cannot brooke these hautie menaces:
wln 0146Am I a king and must be ouer rulde ?
wln 0147Brother displaie my ensignes in the field,
wln 0148Ile bandie with the Barons and the Earles,
wln 0149And eyther die, or liue with Gaueston.
wln 0150Gau.I can no longer keepe me from my lord.

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wln 0151Edw.What Gaueston, welcome: kis not my hand,
wln 0152Embrace me Gaueston as I do thee:
wln 0153Why shouldst thou kneele,
wln 0154Knowest thou not who I am?
wln 0155Thy friend, thy selfe, another Gaueston,
wln 0156Not Hilas was more mourned of Hercules,
wln 0157Then thou hast beene of me since thy exile.
wln 0158Gau.And since I went from hence, no soule in hell
wln 0159Hath felt more torment then poore Gaueston.
wln 0160Edw.I know it, brother welcome home my friend,
wln 0161Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire,
wln 0162And that high minded earle of Lancaster,
wln 0163I haue my wish, in that I ioy thy sight,
wln 0164And sooner shall the sea orewhelme my land,
wln 0165Then beare the ship that shall transport thee hence:
wln 0166I heere create thee Lord high Chamberlaine,
wln 0167Cheefe Secretarie to the state and me,
wln 0168Earle of Cornewall, king and lord of Man.
wln 0169Gauest.My lord, these titles far exceed my worth.
wln 0170Kent.Brother, the least of these may well suffice
wln 0171For one of greater birth then Gaueston.
wln 0172Edw.Cease brother, for I cannot brooke these words,
wln 0173Thy woorth sweet friend is far aboue my guifts,
wln 0174Therefore to equall it receiue my hart,
wln 0175If for these dignities thou be enuied,
wln 0176Ile giue thee more, for but to honour thee,
wln 0177Is Edward pleazd with kinglie regiment.
wln 0178Fearst thou thy person? thou shalt haue a guard:
wln 0179Wants thou gold? go to my treasurie,
wln 0180Wouldst thou be loude and fearde? receiue my seale,
wln 0181Saue or condemne, and in our name commaund,
wln 0182What so thy minde affectes or fancie likes.

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wln 0183Gaue.It shall suffice me to enioy your loue,
wln 0184Which whiles I haue, I thinke my selfe as great,
wln 0185As Cæsar riding in the Romaine streete,
wln 0186With captiue kings at his triumphant Carre.

wln 0187Enter the Bishop of Couentrie.
wln 0188Edw.Whether goes my Lord of Couentrie so fast?
wln 0189Bish.To celebrate your fathers exequies,
wln 0190But is that wicked Gaueston returnd?
wln 0191Edw.I priest, and liues to be reuengd on thee,
wln 0192That wert the onely cause of his exile.
wln 0193Gaue.Tis true, and but for reuerence of these robes,
wln 0194Thou shouldst not plod one foote beyond this place.
wln 0195Bish.I did no more then I was bound to do,
wln 0196And Gaueston vnlesse thou be reclaimd,
wln 0197As then I did incense the parlement,
wln 0198So will I now, and thou shalt back to France.
wln 0199Gaue.Sauing your reuerence, you must pardon me.
wln 0200Edw.Throwe of his golden miter, rend his stole,
wln 0201And in the channell christen him a new .
wln 0202Kent.Ah brother, lay not violent hands on him,
wln 0203For heele complaine vnto the sea of Rome.
wln 0204Gaue.Let him complaine vnto the sea of hell,
wln 0205Ile be reuengd on him for my exile.
wln 0206Edw.No, spare his life, but seaze vpon his goods,
wln 0207Be thou lord bishop, and receiue his rents,
wln 0208And make him serue thee as thy chaplaine,
wln 0209I giue him thee, here vse him as thou wilt.
wln 0210Gaue.He shall to prison, and there die in boults.
wln 0211Edw.I to the tower, the fleete, or where thou wilt.
wln 0212Bish.For this offence be thou accurst of God.
wln 0213Edw.Whose there? conueie this priest to the tower.
wln 0214Bish.True, true.

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wln 0215Edw.But in the meane time Gaueston away,
wln 0216And take possession of his house and goods,
wln 0217Come follow me, and thou shalt haue my guarde,
wln 0218To see it done, and bring thee safe againe.
wln 0219Gaue.What should a priest do with so faire a house?
wln 0220A prison may be seeme his holinesse.
wln 0221Enter both the Mortimers, Warwicke,
wln 0222and Lancaster.

wln 0223War.Tis true, the Bishop is in the tower,
wln 0224And goods and body giuen to Gaueston.
wln 0225Lan.What? will they tyrannize vpon the Church?
wln 0226Ah wicked king, accurssed Gaueston,
wln 0227This ground which is corrupted with their steps,
wln 0228Shall be their timeles sepulcher, or mine.
wln 0229Mor. iu.Wel, let that peeuish Frenchmā guard him sure
wln 0230Vnlesse his brest be sword proofe he shall die.
wln 0231Mor. se.How now, why droops the earle of Lancaster?
wln 0232Mor. iu.Wherfore is Guy of Warwicke discontent?
wln 0233Lan.That villaine Gaueston is made an Earle.
wln 0234Mortim. sen.An Earle!
wln 0235War.I, and besides, lord Chamberlaine of the realme,
wln 0236And secretary to, and lord of Man.
wln 0237Mor. se.We may not, nor we will not suffer this.
wln 0238Mor. iu.Why post we not from hence to leuie men?
wln 0239Lan.My lord of Cornewall, now at euery worde,
wln 0240And happie is the man, whom he vouchsafes
wln 0241For vailing of his bonnet one good looke,
wln 0242Thus arme in arme, the king and he dooth marche:
wln 0243Nay more, the guarde vpon his lordship waites:
wln 0244And all the court begins to flatter him.
wln 0245War.Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king.
wln 0246He nods, and scornes, and smiles at those that passe.
wln 0247Mor. se.Doth no man take exceptions at the slaue?

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wln 0248Lan.All stomack him, but none dare speake a word.
wln 0249Mor. iu.Ah that bewraies their basenes Lancaster,
wln 0250Were all the Earles and Barons of my minde,
wln 0251Weele hale him from the bosome of the king,
wln 0252And at the court gate hang the pessant vp,
wln 0253Who swolne with venome of ambitious pride,
wln 0254Will be the ruine of the realme and vs.
wln 0255Enter the Bishop of Canterburie.
wln 0256War.Here comes my lord of Canterburies grace.
wln 0257Lan.His countenance bewraies he is displeasd.
wln 0258Bish.First were his sacred garments rent and torne,
wln 0259Then laide they violent hands vpon him next,
wln 0260Himselfe imprisoned, and his goods asceasd,
wln 0261This certifie the Pope, away take horsse.
wln 0262Lan.My lord, will you take armes against the king?
wln 0263Bish.What neede I, God himselfe is vp in armes,
wln 0264When violence is offered to the church.
wln 0265Mor. iu.Then wil you ioine with vs that be his peeres
wln 0266To banish or behead that Gaueston?
wln 0267Bish.VVhat els my lords, for it concernes me neere,
wln 0268The Bishoprick of Couentrie is his.
wln 0269Enter the Queene.
wln 0270Mor. iu.Madam, whether walks your maiestie so fast?
wln 0271Que.Vnto the forrest gentle Mortimer,
wln 0272To liue in greefe and balefull discontent,
wln 0273For now my lord the king regardes me not,
wln 0274But dotes vpon the loue of Gaueston,
wln 0275He claps his cheekes, and hanges about his neck,
wln 0276Smiles in his face, and whispers in his eares,
wln 0277And when I come, he frownes, as who should say,
wln 0278Go whether thou wilt seeing I haue Gaueston.
wln 0279Mor. se.Is it not straunge, that he is thus bewitcht?
wln 0280Mor. iu.Madam, returne vnto the court againe:

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wln 0281That slie inueigling Frenchman weele exile,
wln 0282Or lose our liues: and yet ere that day come,
wln 0283The king shall lose his crowne, for we haue power,
wln 0284And courage to, to be reuengde at full.
wln 0285Bish.But yet lift not your swords against the king.
wln 0286Lan.No, but weele lift Gaueston from hence.
wln 0287War.And war must be the meanes, or heele stay stil.
wln 0288Queen.Then let him stay, for rather then my lord
wln 0289Shall be opprest by ciuill mutinies,
wln 0290I wil endure a melancholie life,
wln 0291And let him frollick with his minion.
wln 0292Bish.My lords, to eaze all this, but heare me speake,
wln 0293VVe and the rest that are his counsellers,
wln 0294VVill meete, and with a generall consent,
wln 0295Confirme his banishment with our handes and seales.
wln 0296Lan.VVhat we confirme the king will frustrate.
wln 0297Mor. iu.Then may we lawfully reuolt from him.
wln 0298War.But say my lord, where shall this meeting bee?
wln 0299Bish.At the new temple.
wln 0300Mor. iu.Content:
wln 0301And in the meane time ile intreat you all,
wln 0302To crosse to Lambeth, and there stay with me.
wln 0303Lan.Come then lets away.
wln 0304Mor. iu.Madam farewell.
wln 0305Qu.Farewell sweet Mortimer, and for my sake,
wln 0306Forbeare to leuie armes against the king.
wln 0307Mor. iu.I, if words will serue, if not, I must.

wln 0308Enter Gaueston and the earle of Kent.
wln 0309Gau.Edmund the mightie prince of Lancaster,
wln 0310That hath more earldomes then an asse can beare,
wln 0311And both the Mortimers two goodly men,
wln 0312VVith Guie of VVarwick that redoubted knight,

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wln 0313Are gone towards Lambeth, there let them remaine.
wln 0314Exeunt.

wln 0315Enter Nobiles.
wln 0316Lan.Here is the forme of Gauestons exile:
wln 0317May it please your lordship to subscribe your name.
wln 0318Bish.Giue me the paper.
wln 0319Lan.Quick quick my lorde,
wln 0320I long to write my name.
wln 0321War.But I long more to see him banisht hence.
wln 0322Mor. iu.The name of Mortimer shall fright the king,
wln 0323Vnlesse he be declinde from that base pesant.

wln 0324Enter the King and Gaueston.
wln 0325Edw.VVhat? are you mou’d that Gaueston sits heere?
wln 0326It is our pleasure, we will haue it so.
wln 0327Lan.Your grace doth wel to place him by your side,
wln 0328For no where else the new earle is so safe.
wln 0329Mor. se.VVhat man of noble birth can brooke this
wln 0330 sight?
wln 0331Quam male conueniunt:
wln 0332See what a scornfull looke the pesant casts.
wln 0333Penb.Can kinglie Lions fawne on creeping Ants?
wln 0334War.Ignoble vassaile that like Phaeton,
wln 0335Aspir’st vnto the guidance of the sunne.
wln 0336Mor. iu.Their downfall is at hand, their forces downe,
wln 0337VVe will not thus be facst and ouerpeerd.
wln 0338Edw.Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer.
wln 0339Mor. se.Lay hands on that traitor Gaueston.
wln 0340Kent.Is this the dutie that you owe your king?
wln 0341War.VVe know our duties, let him know his peeres.
wln 0342Edw.Whether will you beare him, stay or ye shall die,
wln 0343Mor. se.VVe are no traitors, therefore threaten not.

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wln 0344Gau.No, threaten not my lord, but pay them home.
wln 0345VVere I a king.
wln 0346Mor. iu.Thou villaine, wherfore talkes thou of a king,
wln 0347That hardly art a gentleman by birth?
wln 0348Edw.VVere he a peasant being my minion,
wln 0349Ile make the prowdest of you stoope to him.
wln 0350Lan.My lord, you may not thus disparage vs,
wln 0351Away I say with hatefull Gaueston.
wln 0352Mort. se.And with the earle of Kent that fauors him.
wln 0353Edw.Nay, then lay violent hands vpon your king,
wln 0354Here Mortimer, sit thou in Edwards throne,
wln 0355Warwicke and Lancaster, weare you my crowne,
wln 0356VVas euer king thus ouer rulde as I?
wln 0357Lan.Learne then to rule vs better and the realme.
wln 0358Mor. iu.VVhat we haue done,
wln 0359our hart bloud shall maintaine.
wln 0360War.Think you that we can brooke this vpstart pride?
wln 0361Edw.Anger and wrathfull furie stops my speech.
wln 0362Bish.VVhy are you moou’d, be patient my lord,
wln 0363And see what we your councellers haue done.
wln 0364Mor. iu.My lords, now let vs all be resolute,
wln 0365And either haue our wils, or lose our liues.
wln 0366Edw.Meete you for this, proud ouerdaring peeres,
wln 0367Ere my sweete Gaueston shall part from me,
wln 0368This Ile shall fleete vpon the Ocean,
wln 0369And wander to the vnfrequented Inde.
wln 0370Bish.You know that I am legate to the Pope,
wln 0371On your allegeance to the sea of Rome,
wln 0372Subscribe as we haue done to his exile.
wln 0373Mor. iu.Curse him, if he refuse, and then may we
wln 0374Depose him and elect an other king.
wln 0375Edw.I there it goes, but yet I will not yeeld,
wln 0376Curse me, depose me, doe the worst you can.

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wln 0377Lan.Then linger not my lord but do it straight.
wln 0378Bish.Remember how the Bishop was abusde,
wln 0379Either banish him that was the cause thereof.
wln 0380Or I will presentlie discharge these lords,
wln 0381Of dutie and allegeance due to thee.
wln 0382Edw.It bootes me not to threat, I must speake faire,
wln 0383The Legate of the Pope will be obayd:
wln 0384My lord, you shalbe Chauncellor of the realme,
wln 0385Thou Lancaster, high admirall of our fleete,
wln 0386Yong Mortimer and his vnckle shalbe earles,
wln 0387And you lord VVarwick, president of the North,
wln 0388And thou of VVales, if this content you not,
wln 0389Make seuerall kingdomes of this monarchie,
wln 0390And share it equally amongst you all,
wln 0391So I may haue some nooke or corner left,
wln 0392To frolike with my deerest Gaueston.
wln 0393Bish.Nothing shall alter vs, wee are resolu’d.
wln 0394Lan.Come, come, subscribe.
wln 0395Mor. iu.VVhy should you loue him,
wln 0396whome the world hates so?
wln 0397Edw.Because he loues me more then all the world:
wln 0398Ah none but rude and sauage minded men,
wln 0399VVould seeke the ruine of my Gaueston,
wln 0400You that be noble borne should pitie him.
wln 0401Warwicke.You that are princely borne should shake
wln 0402 him off,
wln 0403For shame subscribe, and let the lowne depart.
wln 0404Mor. se.Vrge him my lord.
wln 0405Bish.Are you content to banish him the realme?
wln 0406Edw.I see I must, and therefore am content,
wln 0407In steede of inke, ile write it with my teares.
wln 0408Mor. iu.The king is loue-sick for his minion.
wln 0409Edw.Tis done, and now accursed hand fall off.

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wln 0410Lan.Giue it me, ile haue it published in the streetes.
wln 0411Mor. in.Ile see him presently dispatched away.
wln 0412Bish.Now is my heart at ease.
wln 0413Warw.And so is mine.
wln 0414Penb.This will be good newes to the common sort.
wln 0415Mor. se.Be it or no, he shall not linger here.
wln 0416Exeunt Nobiles.
wln 0417Edw.How fast they run to banish him I loue,
wln 0418They would not stir, were it to do me good:
wln 0419Why should a king be subiect to a priest?
wln 0420Proud Rome, that hatchest such imperiall groomes,
wln 0421For these thy superstitious taperlights,
wln 0422Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze,
wln 0423Ile fire thy crased buildings, and enforce
wln 0424The papall towers, to kisse the lowlie ground,
wln 0425With slaughtered priests may Tibers channell swell
wln 0426And bankes raisd higher with their sepulchers:
wln 0427As for the peeres that backe the cleargie thus,
wln 0428If I be king, not one of them shall liue.

wln 0429Enter Gaueston.
wln 0430Gau.My lord I heare it whispered euery where,
wln 0431That I am banishd, and must flie the land.
wln 0432Edw.Tis true sweete Gaueston, oh were it false,
wln 0433The Legate of the Pope will haue it so,
wln 0434And thou must hence, or I shall be deposd,
wln 0435But I will raigne to be reueng’d of them,
wln 0436And therefore sweete friend, take it patiently,
wln 0437Liue where thou wilt, ile send thee gould enough,
wln 0438And long thou shalt not stay, or if thou doost,
wln 0439Ile come to thee, my loue shall neare decline.
wln 0440Gaue.Is all my hope turnd to this hell of greefe.
wln 0441Edw.Rend not my hart with thy too piercing words,

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of Edward the second.

wln 0442Thou from this land, I from my selfe am banisht.
wln 0443Gau.To go from hence, greeues not poore Gaueston,
wln 0444But to forsake you, in whose gratious lookes
wln 0445The blessednes of Gaueston remaines,
wln 0446For no where else seekes he felicitie.
wln 0447Edw.And onely this torments my wretched soule,
wln 0448That whether I will or no thou must depart:
wln 0449Be gouernour of Ireland in my stead,
wln 0450And there abide till fortune call thee home.
wln 0451Here take my picture, and let me weare thine,
wln 0452O might I keepe thee heere, as I doe this,
wln 0453Happie were I, but now most miserable.
wln 0454Gauest.Tis something to be pitied of a king.
wln 0455Edw.Thou shalt not hence, ile hide thee Gaueston.
wln 0456Gau.I shal be found, and then twil greeue me more.
wln 0457Edwa.Kinde wordes, and mutuall talke, makes our
wln 0458 greefe greater.
wln 0459Therefore with dum imbracement let vs part,
wln 0460Stay Gaueston I cannot leaue thee thus.
wln 0461Gau.For euery looke, my lord drops downe a teare,
wln 0462Seeing I must go, do not renew my sorrow.
wln 0463Edwa.The time is little that thou hast to stay,
wln 0464And therefore giue me leaue to looke my fill,
wln 0465But come sweete friend, ile beare thee on thy way.
wln 0466Gau.The peeres will frowne.
wln 0467Edw.I passe not for their anger, come lets go,
wln 0468O that we might as well returne as goe.

wln 0469Enter Edmund and Queen Isabell.
wln 0470Qu.Whether goes my lord?
wln 0471Edw.Fawne not on me French strumpet, get thee
wln 0472 gone.
wln 0473Qu.On whom but on my husband should I fawne?

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wln 0474Gau.On Mortimer, with whom vngentle Queene,
wln 0475I say no more, iudge you the rest my lord.
wln 0476Qu.In saying this, thou wrongst me Gaueston,
wln 0477Ist not enough, that thou corrupts my lord,
wln 0478And art a bawd to his affections,
wln 0479But thou must call mine honor thus in question?
wln 0480Gau.I meane not so, your grace must pardon me.
wln 0481Edw.Thou art too familiar with that Mortimer,
wln 0482And by thy meanes is Gaueston exilde,
wln 0483But I would wish thee reconcile the lords,
wln 0484Or thou shalt nere be reconcild to me.
wln 0485Qu.Your highnes knowes, it lies not in my power.
wln 0486Edw.Away then, touch me not, come Gaueston.
wln 0487Qu.Villaine, tis thou that robst me of my lord.
wln 0488Gau.Madam, tis you that rob me of my lord.
wln 0489Edw.Speake not vnto her, let her droope and pine.
wln 0490Qu.Wherein my lord, haue I deserud these words?
wln 0491Witnesse the teares that Isabella sheds,
wln 0492Witnesse this hart, that sighing for thee breakes,
wln 0493How deare my lord is to poore Isabell.
wln 0494Edw.And witnesse heauen how deere thou art to me.
wln 0495There weepe, for till my Gaueston be repeald,
wln 0496Assure thy selfe thou comst not in my sight.
wln 0497Exeunt Edward and Gaueston.
wln 0498Qu.O miserable and distressed Queene!
wln 0499Would when I left sweet France and was imbarkt,
wln 0500That charming Circes walking on the waues,
wln 0501Had chaungd my shape, or at the mariage day
wln 0502The cup of Hymen had beene full of poyson,
wln 0503Or with those armes that twind about my neck,
wln 0504I had beene stifled, and not liued to see,
wln 0505The king my lord thus to abandon me:
wln 0506Like frantick Iuno will I fill the earth,

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of Edward the second.

wln 0507With gastlie murmure of my sighes and cries,
wln 0508For neuer doted Ioue on Ganimed,
wln 0509So much as he on cursed Gaueston,
wln 0510But that will more exasperate his wrath,
wln 0511I must entreat him, I must speake him faire,
wln 0512And be a meanes to call home Gaueston:
wln 0513And yet heele euer dote on Gaueston,
wln 0514And so am I for euer miserable.
wln 0515Enter the Nobles to the Queene.
wln 0516Lanc.Looke where the sister of the king of Fraunce,
wln 0517Sits wringing of her hands, and beats her brest.
wln 0518Warw.The king I feare hath ill intreated her.
wln 0519Pen.Hard is the hart, that iniures such a saint.
wln 0520Mor. iu.I know tis long of Gaueston she weepes.
wln 0521Mor. se.Why? he is gone.
wln 0522Mor. iu.Madam, how fares your grace?
wln 0523Qu.Ah Mortimer! now breaks the kings hate forth,
wln 0524And he confesseth that he loues me not.
wln 0525Mor. iu.Crie quittance Madam then, & loue not him.
wln 0526Qu.No, rather will I die a thousand deaths,
wln 0527And yet I loue in vaine, heele nere loue me.
wln 0528Lan.Feare ye not Madam, now his minions gone,
wln 0529His wanton humor will be quicklie left.
wln 0530Qu.O neuer Lancaster! I am inioynde,
wln 0531To sue vnto you all for his repeale:
wln 0532This wils my lord, and this must I performe,
wln 0533Or else be banisht from his highnesse presence.
wln 0534Lan.For his repeale, Madam, he comes not back,
wln 0535Vnlesse the sea cast vp his shipwrack body.
wln 0536War.And to behold so sweete a sight as that,
wln 0537Theres none here, but would run his horse to death.
wln 0538Mor. iu.But madam, would you haue vs cal him home?
wln 0539Qu.I Mortimer, for till he be restorde,

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wln 0540The angrie king hath banished me the court:
wln 0541And therefore as thou louest and tendrest me,
wln 0542Be thou my aduocate vnto these peeres.
wln 0543Mor. iu.What, would ye haue me plead for Gaueston?
wln 0544Mor. se.Plead for him he that will, I am resolude.
wln 0545Lan.And so am I my lord, diswade the Queene.
wln 0546Qu.O Lancaster, let him diswade the king,
wln 0547For tis against my will he should returne.
wln 0548War.Then speake not for him, let the pesant go.
wln 0549Qu.Tis for my selfe I speake, and not for him.
wln 0550Pen.No speaking will preuaile, and therefore cease.
wln 0551Mor. iu.Faire Queene forbeare to angle for the fish,
wln 0552Which being caught, strikes him that takes it dead,
wln 0553I meane that vile Torpedo, Gaueston,
wln 0554That now I hope flotes on the Irish seas.
wln 0555Qu.Sweete Mortimer, sit downe by me a while,
wln 0556And I will tell thee reasons of such waighte,
wln 0557As thou wilt soone subscribe to his repeale.
wln 0558Mor. iu.It is impossible, but speake your minde.
wln 0559Qu.Then thus, but none shal heare it but our selues.
wln 0560Lanc.My Lords albeit the Queen winne Mortimer,
wln 0561will you be resolute and hold with me?
wln 0562Mor. se.Not I against my nephew.
wln 0563Pen.Feare not, the queens words cannot alter him.
wln 0564War.No, doe but marke how earnestly she pleads.
wln 0565Lan.And see how coldly his lookes make deniall.
wln 0566War.She smiles, now for my life his mind is changd.
wln 0567Lanc.Ile rather loose his friendship I, then graunt.
wln 0568Mor. iu.Well of necessitie it must be so,
wln 0569My Lords, that I abhorre base Gaueston,
wln 0570I hope your honors make no question,
wln 0571And therefore though I pleade for his repeall,
wln 0572Tis not for his sake, but for our auaile:

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of Edward the second.

wln 0573Nay for the realms behoofe and for the kings.
wln 0574Lanc.Fie Mortimer, dishonor not thy selfe,
wln 0575Can this be true twas good to banish him?
wln 0576And is this true to call him home againe?
wln 0577Such reasons make white blacke, and darke night day.
wln 0578Mor. iu.My Lord of Lancaster, marke the respect.
wln 0579Lan.In no respect can contraries be true.
wln 0580Qu.Yet good my lord, heare what he can alledge.
wln 0581War.All that he speakes, is nothing, we are resolu’d.
wln 0582Mor. iu.Do you not wish that Gaueston were dead?
wln 0583Pen.I would he were.
wln 0584Mor. iu.Why then my lord, giue me but leaue to speak.
wln 0585Mor. se.But nephew, do not play the sophister.
wln 0586Mor. iu.This which I vrge, is of a burning zeale,
wln 0587To mend the king, and do our countrie good:
wln 0588Know you not Gaueston hath store of golde,
wln 0589Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends,
wln 0590As he will front the mightiest of vs all,
wln 0591And whereas he shall liue and be beloude,
wln 0592Tis hard for vs to worke his ouerthrow.
wln 0593War.Marke you but that my lord of Lancaster.
wln 0594Mor. iu.But were he here, detested as he is,
wln 0595How easilie might some base slaue be subbornd,
wln 0596To greet his lordship with a poniard,
wln 0597And none so much as blame the murtherer,
wln 0598But rather praise him for that braue attempt,
wln 0599And in the Chronicle, enrowle his name,
wln 0600For purging of the realme of such a plague.
wln 0601Pen.He saith true.
wln 0602Lan.I, but how chance this was not done before?
wln 0603Mor. iu.Because my lords, it was not thought vpon:
wln 0604Nay more, when he shall know it lies in vs,
wln 0605To banish him, and then to call him home,

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wln 0606Twill make him vaile the topflag of his pride,
wln 0607And feare to offend the meanest noble man.
wln 0608Mor. se.But how if he do not Nephew?
wln 0609Mor. iu.Then may we with some colour rise in armes,
wln 0610For howsoeuer we haue borne it out,
wln 0611Tis treason to be vp against the king,
wln 0612So shall we haue the people of our side,
wln 0613Which for his fathers sake leane to the king,
wln 0614But cannot brooke a night growne mushrump,
wln 0615Such a one as my Lord of Cornewall is,
wln 0616Should beare vs downe of the nobilitie,
wln 0617And when the commons and the nobles ioyne,
wln 0618Tis not the king can buckler Gaueston.
wln 0619Weele pull him from the strongest hould he hath,
wln 0620My lords, if to performe this I be slack,
wln 0621Thinke me as base a groome as Gaueston.
wln 0622Lan.On that condition Lancaster will graunt.
wln 0623War.And so will Penbrooke and I.
wln 0624Mor. se.And I.
wln 0625Mor. iu.In this I count me highly gratified,
wln 0626And Mortimer will rest at your commaund.
wln 0627Qu.And when this fauour Isabell forgets,
wln 0628Then let her liue abandond and forlorne,
wln 0629But see in happie time, my lord the king,
wln 0630Hauing brought the Earle of Cornewall on his way,
wln 0631Is new returnd, this newes will glad him much,
wln 0632Yet not so much as me, I loue him more
wln 0633Then he can Gaueston, would he lou’d me
wln 0634But halfe so much, then were I treble blest.

wln 0635Enter king Edward moorning.
wln 0636Edw.Hees gone, and for his absence thus I moorne,
wln 0637Did neuer sorrow go so neere my heart,

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of Edward the second.

wln 0638As dooth the want of my sweete Gaueston,
wln 0639And could my crownes reuenew bring him back,
wln 0640I would freelie giue it to his enemies,
wln 0641And thinke I gaind, hauing bought so deare a friend.
wln 0642Qu.Harke how he harpes vpon his minion.
wln 0643Edw.My heart is as an anuill vnto sorrow,
wln 0644Which beates vpon it like the Cyclops hammers,
wln 0645And with the noise turnes vp my giddie braine,
wln 0646And makes me frantick for my Gaueston:
wln 0647Ah had some bloudlesse furie rose from hell,
wln 0648And with my kinglie scepter stroke me dead,
wln 0649When I was forst to leaue my Gaueston.
wln 0650Lan.Diablo, what passions call you these
wln 0651Qu.My gratious lord, I come to bring you newes.
wln 0652Edw.That you haue parled with your Mortimer.
wln 0653Qu.That Gaueston my Lord shalbe repeald.
wln 0654Edw.Repeald, the newes is too sweet to be true.
wln 0655Qu.But will you loue me, if you finde it so?
wln 0656Edw.If it be so, what will not Edward do?
wln 0657Qu.For Gaueston, but not for Isabell.
wln 0658Edw.For thee faire Queene, if thou louest Gaueston,
wln 0659Ile hang a golden tongue about thy neck,
wln 0660Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good successe.
wln 0661Qu.No other iewels hang about my neck
wln 0662Then these my lord, nor let me haue more wealth,
wln 0663Then I may fetch from this ritch treasurie:
wln 0664O how a kisse reuiues poore Isabell.
wln 0665Edw.Once more receiue my hand, and let this be,
wln 0666A second mariage twixt thy selfe and me.
wln 0667Qu.And may it prooue more happie then the first,
wln 0668My gentle lord, bespeake these nobles faire,
wln 0669That waite attendance for a gratious looke,
wln 0670And on their knees salute your maiestie.
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wln 0671Edw.Couragious Lancaster, imbrace thy king,
wln 0672And as grosse vapours perish by the sunne,
wln 0673Euen so let hatred with thy soueraigne smile,
wln 0674Liue thou with me as my companion.
wln 0675Lan.This salutation ouerioyes my heart.
wln 0676Edw.Warwick, shalbe my chiefest counseller:
wln 0677These siluer haires will more adorne my court,
wln 0678Then gaudie silkes, or rich imbrotherie,
wln 0679Chide me sweete Warwick, if I go astray.
wln 0680War.Slay me my lord, when I offend your grace.
wln 0681Edw.In sollemne triumphes, and in publike showes,
wln 0682Penbrooke shall beare the sword before the king.
wln 0683Pen.And with this sword, Penbrooke wil fight for you.
wln 0684Edw.But wherefore walkes yong Mortimer aside?
wln 0685Be thou commaunder of our royall fleete,
wln 0686Or if that loftie office like thee not,
wln 0687I make thee heere lord Marshall of the realme.
wln 0688Mor. iu.My lord, ile marshall so your enemies,
wln 0689As England shall be quiet, and you safe.
wln 0690Edw.And as for you, lord Mortimer of Chirke,
wln 0691Whose great atchiuements in our forrain warre,
wln 0692Deserues no common place, nor meane reward:
wln 0693Be you the generall of the leuied troopes,
wln 0694That now are readie to assaile the Scots.
wln 0695Mor. se.In this your grace hath highly honoured me,
wln 0696For with my nature warre doth best agree.
wln 0697Qu.Now is the king of England riche and strong.
wln 0698Hauing the loue of his renowned peeres.
wln 0699Edw.I Isabell, nere was my heart so light,
wln 0700Clarke of the crowne, direct our warrant forth,
wln 0701For Gaueston to Ireland: Beamont flie,
wln 0702As fast as Iris, or Ioues Mercurie.
wln 0703Beam.It shalbe done my gratious Lord.

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of Edward the second.

wln 0704Edw.Lord Mortimer, we leaue you to your charge:
wln 0705Now let vs in, and feast it roiallie:
wln 0706Against our friend the earle of Cornewall comes,
wln 0707Weele haue a generall tilt and turnament,
wln 0708And then his mariage shalbe solemnized,
wln 0709For wot you not that I haue made him sure,
wln 0710Vnto our cosin, the earle of Glosters heire.
wln 0711Lan.Such newes we heare my lord.
wln 0712Edw.That day, if not for him. yet for my sake,
wln 0713Who in the triumphe will be challenger,
wln 0714Spare for no cost, we will requite your loue.
wln 0715Warwick.In this, or ought, your highnes shall com-
wln 0716 maund vs.
wln 0717Edward.Thankes gentle Warwick, come lets in and
wln 0718 reuell.Exeunt.
wln 0719Manent Mortimers.
wln 0720Mor. se.Nephue, I must to Scotland, thou staiest here,
wln 0721Leaue now to oppose thy selfe against the king,
wln 0722Thou seest by nature he is milde and calme,
wln 0723And seeing his minde so dotes on Gaueston,
wln 0724Let him without controulement haue his will,
wln 0725The mightiest kings haue had their minions,
wln 0726Great Alexander loude Ephestion,
wln 0727The conquering Hector, for Hilas wept,
wln 0728And for Patroclus sterne Achillis droopt,
wln 0729And not kings onelie, but the wisest men,
wln 0730The Romaine Tullie loued Octauis,
wln 0731Graue Socrates, wilde Alcibiades:
wln 0732Then let his grace, whose youth is flexible,
wln 0733And promiseth as much as we can wish,
wln 0734Freely enioy that vaine light-headed earle,
wln 0735For riper yeares will weane him from such toyes.
wln 0736Mor. iu.Vnckle, his wanton humor greeues not me,

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wln 0737But this I scorne, that one so baselie borne,
wln 0738Should by his soueraignes fauour grow so pert,
wln 0739And riote it with the treasure of the realme,
wln 0740While souldiers mutinie for want of paie,
wln 0741He weares a lords reuenewe on his back,
wln 0742And Midas like he iets it in the court,
wln 0743With base outlandish cullions at his heeles,
wln 0744Whose proud fantastick liueries make such show,
wln 0745As if that Proteus god of shapes appearde,
wln 0746I haue not seene a dapper iack so briske,
wln 0747He weares a short Italian hooded cloake,
wln 0748Larded with pearle, and in his tuskan cap
wln 0749A iewell of more value then the crowne,
wln 0750Whiles other walke below, the king and he
wln 0751From out a window, laugh at such as we,
wln 0752And floute our traine, and iest at our attire:
wln 0753Vnckle, tis this that makes me impatient.
wln 0754Mor. se.But nephew, now you see the king is changd.
wln 0755Mor. iu.Then so am I, and liue to do him seruice,
wln 0756But whiles I haue a sword, a hand, a hart,
wln 0757I will not yeeld to any such vpstart.
wln 0758You know my minde, come vnckle lets away.
wln 0759Exeunt.
wln 0760Enter Spencer and Balduck.
wln 0761Bald.Spencer, seeing that our Lord th’earle of Glo-
wln 0762 sters dead,
wln 0763Which of the nobles dost thou meane to serue?
wln 0764Spen.Not Mortimer, nor any of his side,
wln 0765Because the king and he are enemies,
wln 0766Baldock: learne this of me, a factious lord
wln 0767Shall hardly do himselfe good, much lesse vs,
wln 0768But he that hath the fauour of a king,
wln 0769May with one word, aduaunce vs while we liue:

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of Edward the second.

wln 0770The liberall earle of Cornewall is the man,
wln 0771On whose good fortune Spencers hope depends.
wln 0772Bald.What, meane you then to be his follower?
wln 0773Spen.No, his companion, for he loues me well,
wln 0774And would haue once preferd me to the king.
wln 0775Bald.But he is banisht, theres small hope of him.
wln 0776Spen.I for a while, but Baldock marke the end,
wln 0777A friend of mine told me in secrecie,
wln 0778That hees repeald, and sent for back againe,
wln 0779And euen now, a poast came from the court,
wln 0780With letters to our ladie from the King,
wln 0781And as she red, she smild, which makes me thinke,
wln 0782It is about her louer Gaueston.
wln 0783Bald.Tis like enough, for since he was exild,
wln 0784She neither walkes abroad, nor comes in sight:
wln 0785But I had thought the match had beene broke off,
wln 0786And that his banishment had changd her minde.
wln 0787Spen.Our Ladies first loue is not wauering,
wln 0788My life for thine she will haue Gaueston.
wln 0789Bald.Then hope I by her meanes to be preferd,
wln 0790Hauing read vnto her since she was a childe.
wln 0791Spen.Then Balduck, you must cast the scholler off,
wln 0792And learne to court it like a Gentleman,
wln 0793Tis not a black coate and a little band,
wln 0794A Veluet cap’de cloake, fac’st before with Serge,
wln 0795And smelling to a Nosegay all the day,
wln 0796Or holding of a napkin in your hand,
wln 0797Or saying a long grace at a tables end,
wln 0798Or making lowe legs to a noble man,
wln 0799Or looking downeward, with your eye lids close,
wln 0800And saying, trulie ant may please your honor,
wln 0801Can get you any fauour with great men,
wln 0802You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute,

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wln 0803And now and then, stab as occasion serues.
wln 0804Bald.Spencer, thou knowest I hate such formall toies,
wln 0805And vse them but of meere hypocrisie.
wln 0806Mine old lord whiles he liude, was so precise,
wln 0807That he would take exceptions at my buttons,
wln 0808And being like pins heads, blame me for the bignesse,
wln 0809Which made me curate-like in mine attire,
wln 0810Though inwardly licentious enough,
wln 0811And apt for any kinde of villanie.
wln 0812I am none of these common pendants I,
wln 0813That cannot speake without propterea quod.
wln 0814Spen.But one of those that saith quandoquidem,
wln 0815And hath a speciall gift to forme a verbe.
wln 0816Bald.Leaue of this iesting, here my lady comes.
wln 0817Enter the Ladie.
wln 0818Lady.The greefe for his exile was not so much,
wln 0819As is the ioy of his returning home,
wln 0820This letter came from my sweete Gaueston,
wln 0821VVhat needst thou loue, thus to excuse thy selfe?
wln 0822I know thou couldst not come and visit me,
wln 0823I will not long be from thee though I die:
wln 0824This argues the entire loue of my Lord,
wln 0825VVhen I forsake thee, death seaze on my heart,
wln 0826But rest thee here where Gaueston shall sleepe.
wln 0827Now to the letter of my Lord the King,
wln 0828He wils me to repaire vnto the court,
wln 0829And meete my Gaueston: why do I stay,
wln 0830Seeing that he talkes thus of my mariage day?
wln 0831VVhose there, Balduck?
wln 0832See that my coache be readie, I must hence.
wln 0833Bald.It shall be done madam.Exit.
wln 0834Lad.And meete me at the parke pale presentlie:
wln 0835Spencer, stay you and beare me companie,

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wln 0836For I haue ioyfull newes to tell thee of,
wln 0837My lord of Cornewall is a comming ouer,
wln 0838And will be at the court as soone as we.
wln 0839Spen.I knew the King would haue him home againe.
wln 0840Lad.If all things sort out, as I hope they will,
wln 0841Thy seruice Spencer shalbe thought vpon.
wln 0842Spen.I humbly thanke your Ladieship.
wln 0843Lad.Come lead the way, I long till I am there.
wln 0844Enter Edward, the Queene, Lancaster, Mortimer,
wln 0845Warwicke, Penbrooke, Kent, attendants.

wln 0846Edw.The winde is good, I wonder why he stayes,
wln 0847I feare me he is wrackt vpon the sea.
wln 0848Queen.Looke Lancaster how passionate he is,
wln 0849And still his minde runs on his minion.
wln 0850Lan.My Lord.
wln 0851Edw.How now, what newes, is Gaueston arriude?
wln 0852Mor. i.Nothing but Gaueston, what means your grace?
wln 0853You haue matters of more waight to thinke vpon,
wln 0854The King of Fraunce sets foote in Normandie.
wln 0855Edw.A triflle, weele expell him when we please:
wln 0856But tell me Mortimer, whats thy deuise,
wln 0857Against the stately triumph we decreed?
wln 0858Mor.A homely one my lord, not worth the telling.
wln 0859Edw.Prethee let me know it.
wln 0860Mor. iu.But seeing you are so desirous, thus it is:
wln 0861A loftie Cedar tree faire flourishing,
wln 0862On whose top-branches Kinglie Eagles pearch,
wln 0863And by the barke a canker creepes me vp,
wln 0864And gets vnto the highest bough of all,
wln 0865The motto: Æque tandem.
wln 0866Edw.And what is yours my lord of Lancaster?
wln 0867Lan.My lord, mines more obscure then Mortimers,
wln 0868Plinie reports, there is a flying Fish,

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wln 0869Which all the other fishes deadly hate,
wln 0870And therefore being pursued, it takes the aire:
wln 0871No sooner is it vp, but thers a foule,
wln 0872That seaseth it: this fish my lord I beare,
wln 0873The motto this: Vndique mors est.
wln 0874Edw.Proud Mortimer, vngentle Lancaster,
wln 0875Is this the loue you beare your soueraigne?
wln 0876Is this the fruite your reconcilement beares?
wln 0877Can you in words make showe of amitie,
wln 0878And in your shields display your rancorous minds?
wln 0879What call you this but priuate libelling,
wln 0880Against the Earle of Cornewall and my brother?
wln 0881Qu.Sweete husband be content, they all loue you.
wln 0882Edw.They loue me not that hate my Gaueston,
wln 0883I am that Cedar, shake me not too much,
wln 0884And you the Eagles, sore ye nere so high,
wln 0885I haue the gresses that will pull you downe,
wln 0886And Æque tandem shall that canker crie,
wln 0887Vnto the proudest peere of Britanie:
wln 0888Though thou comparst him to a flying Fish,
wln 0889And threatenest death whether he rise or fall,
wln 0890Tis not the hugest monster of the sea,
wln 0891Nor fowlest Harpie that shall swallow him.
wln 0892Mor. iu.If in his absence thus he fauors him,
wln 0893What will he do when as he shall be present?
wln 0894Lan.That shall wee see, looke where his lordship
wln 0895 comes.
wln 0896Enter Gaueston.
wln 0897Edw.My Gaueston, welcome to Tinmouth, welcome
wln 0898 to thy friend,
wln 0899Thy absence made me droope, and pine away,
wln 0900For as the louers of faire Danae,
wln 0901When she was lockt vp in a brasen tower,

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wln 0902Desirde her more, and waxt outragious,
wln 0903So did it sure with me: and now thy sight
wln 0904Is sweeter farre, then was thy parting hence
wln 0905Bitter and irkesome to my sobbing heart.
wln 0906Gau.Sweet Lord and King, your speech preuenteth
wln 0907 mine,
wln 0908Yet haue I words left to expresse my ioy:
wln 0909The sheepeherd nipt with biting winters rage,
wln 0910Frolicks not more to see the paynted springe,
wln 0911Then I doe to behold your Maiestie.
wln 0912Edw.Will none of you salute my Gaueston?
wln 0913Lan.Salute him? yes welcome Lord Chamberlaine.
wln 0914Mor. iu.Welcome is the good Earle of Cornewall
wln 0915War.Welcome Lord gouernour of the Ile of man.
wln 0916Pen.Welcome maister secretarie.
wln 0917Edw.Brother doe you heare them?
wln 0918Edw.Stil wil these Earles and Barrons vse me thus?
wln 0919Gau.My Lord I cannot brooke these iniuries.
wln 0920Qu.Aye me poore soule when these begin to iarre.
wln 0921Edw.Returne it to their throtes, ile be thy warrant.
wln 0922Gau.Base leaden Earles that glorie in your birth,
wln 0923Goe sit at home and eate your tenants beefe:
wln 0924And come not here to scoffe at Gaueston,
wln 0925Whose mounting thoughts did neuer creepe so low,
wln 0926As to bestow a looke on such as you.
wln 0927Lan.Yet I disdaine not to doe this for you.
wln 0928Edw.Treason, treason: whers the traitor?
wln 0929Pen.Heere here King: conuey hence Gaueston, thaile
wln 0930 murder him.
wln 0931Gau.The life of thee shall salue this foule disgrace.
wln 0932Mor. iu.Villaine thy life, vnlesse I misse mine aime.
wln 0933Qu.Ah furious Mortimer what hast thou done?
wln 0934Mor.No more then I would answere were he slaine.

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wln 0935Ed.Yes more then thou canst answer though he liue,
wln 0936Deare shall you both abie this riotous deede:
wln 0937Out of my presence, come not neere the court.
wln 0938Mor. iu.Ile not be barde the court for Gaueston.
wln 0939Lan.Weele haile him by the eares vnto the block.
wln 0940Edw.Looke to your owne heads, his is sure enough.
wln 0941War.Looke to your owne crowne, if you back him
wln 0942 thus.
wln 0943Edm.Warwicke, these words do ill beseeme thy yeares.
wln 0944Edw.Nay all of them conspire to crosse me thus,
wln 0945But if I liue, ile tread vpon their heads,
wln 0946That thinke with high lookes thus to tread me down,
wln 0947Come Edmund lets away, and leuie men,
wln 0948Tis warre that must abate these Barons pride.
wln 0949Exit the King.
wln 0950War.Lets to our castels, for the king is mooude.
wln 0951Mor. iu.Moou’d may he be, and perish in his wrath.
wln 0952Lan.Cosin it is no dealing with him now,
wln 0953He meanes to make vs stoope by force of armes,
wln 0954And therefore let vs iointlie here protest,
wln 0955To prosecute that Gaueston to the death.
wln 0956Mor. iu.By heauen, the abiect villaine shall not liue.
wln 0957War.Ile haue his bloud, or die in seeking it.
wln 0958Pen.The like oath Penbrooke takes.
wln 0959Lan.And so doth Lancaster:
wln 0960Now send our Heralds to defie the King,
wln 0961And make the people sweare to put him downe.
wln 0962Enter a Poast.
wln 0963Mor. iu.Letters, from whence?
wln 0964Messen.From Scotland my lord.
wln 0965Lan.Why how now cosin, how fares all our friends?
wln 0966Mor. iu.My vnckles taken prisoner by the Scots.
wln 0967Lā.Weel haue him ransomd man, be of good cheere.

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wln 0968Mor.They rate his ransome at fiue thousand pound,
wln 0969Who should defray the money, but the King,
wln 0970Seeing he is taken prisoner in his warres?
wln 0971Ile to the King.
wln 0972Lan.Do cosin, and ile beare thee companie.
wln 0973War.Meane time my lord of Penbrooke and my selfe,
wln 0974Will to Newcastell heere, and gather head.
wln 0975Mor. iu.About it then, and we will follow you.
wln 0976Lan.Be resolute, and full of secrecie.
wln 0977War.I warrant you.
wln 0978Mor. iu.Cosin, and if he will not ransome him,
wln 0979Ile thunder such a peale into his eares,
wln 0980As neuer subiect did vnto his King.
wln 0981Lan.Content, ile beare my part, holla whose there?
wln 0982Mor. iuI marry, such a garde as this dooth well.
wln 0983Lan.Lead on the way.
wln 0984Guard.Whither will your lordships?
wln 0985Mor. iu.Whither else but to the King.
wln 0986Guar.His highnes is disposde to be alone.
wln 0987Lan.Why, so he may, but we will speake to him.
wln 0988Guard.You may not in my lord.
wln 0989Mor. iu.May we not.
wln 0990Edw.How now, what noise is this?
wln 0991Who haue we there, ist you?
wln 0992Mor.Nay, stay my lord, I come to bring you newes,
wln 0993Mine vnckles taken prisoner by the Scots.
wln 0994Edw.Then ransome him.
wln 0995Lan.Twas in your wars, you should ransome him.
wln 0996Mor iu.And you shall ransome him, or else.
wln 0997Edm.What Mortimer, you will not threaten him?
wln 0998Edw.Quiet your self, you shall haue the broad seale,
wln 0999To gather for him thoroughout the realme.
wln 1000Lan.Your minion Gaueston hath taught you this.

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wln 1001Mor. iu.My lord, the familie of the Mortimers
wln 1002Are not so poore, but would they sell their land,
wln 1003Would leuie men enough to anger you,
wln 1004We neuer beg, but vse such praiers as these.
wln 1005Edw.Shall I still be haunted thus?
wln 1006Mor. iu.Nay, now you are heere alone, ile speake my
wln 1007 minde.
wln 1008Lan.And so will I, and then my lord farewell.
wln 1009Mor.The idle triumphes, maskes, lasciuious showes
wln 1010And prodigall gifts bestowed on Gaueston,
wln 1011Haue drawne thy treasure drie, and made thee weake,
wln 1012The murmuring commons ouerstretched hath.
wln 1013Lan.Looke for rebellion, looke to be deposde,
wln 1014Thy garrisons are beaten out of Fraunce,
wln 1015And lame and poore, lie groning at the gates,
wln 1016The wilde Oneyle, with swarmes of Irish Kernes,
wln 1017Liues vncontroulde within the English pale,
wln 1018Vnto the walles of Yorke the Scots made rode,
wln 1019And vnresisted, draue away riche spoiles.
wln 1020Mor. iu.The hautie Dane commands the narrow seas,
wln 1021While in the harbor ride thy ships vnrigd.
wln 1022Lan.What forraine prince sends thee embassadors?
wln 1023Mor.Who loues thee? but a sort of flatterers.
wln 1024Lan.Thy gentle Queene, sole sister to Valoys,
wln 1025Complaines, that thou hast left her all forlorne.
wln 1026Mor.Thy court is naked, being bereft of those,
wln 1027That makes a king seeme glorious to the world,
wln 1028I meane the peeres, whom thou shouldst dearly loue:
wln 1029Libels are cast againe thee in the streete,
wln 1030Ballads and rimes, made of thy ouerthrow.
wln 1031Lan.The Northren borderers seeing the houses burnt
wln 1032Their wiues and children slaine, run vp and downe,
wln 1033Cursing the name of thee and Gaueston.

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wln 1034Mor.When wert thou in the field with banner spred?
wln 1035But once, and then thy souldiers marcht like players,
wln 1036With garish robes, not armor, and thy selfe
wln 1037Bedaubd with golde, rode laughing at the rest,
wln 1038Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest,
wln 1039Where womens fauors hung like labels downe.
wln 1040Lan.And thereof came it, that the fleering Scots,
wln 1041To Englands high disgrace, haue made this Iig,
wln 1042Maids of England, sore may you moorne,
wln 1043For your lemmons you haue lost, at Bannocks borne,
wln 1044With a heaue and a ho,
wln 1045VVhat weeneth the king of England,
wln 1046So soone to haue woone Scotland,
wln 1047With a rombelow.
wln 1048Mor.Wigmore shall flie, to set my vnckle free.
wln 1049Lan.And when tis gone, our swordes shall purchase
wln 1050 more,
wln 1051If ye be moou’de, reuenge it as you can,
wln 1052Looke next to see vs with our ensignes spred.
wln 1053Exeunt Nobiles.
wln 1054Edwa.My swelling hart for very anger breakes,
wln 1055How oft haue I beene baited by these peeres?
wln 1056And dare not be reuengde, for their power is great:
wln 1057Yet, shall the crowing of these cockerels,
wln 1058Affright a Lion? Edward, vnfolde thy pawes,
wln 1059And let their liues bloud slake thy furies hunger:
wln 1060If I be cruell, and growe tyrannous,
wln 1061Now let them thanke themselues, and rue too late.
wln 1062Kent.My lord, I see your loue to Gaueston,
wln 1063VVill be the ruine of the realme and you,
wln 1064For now the wrathfull nobles threaten warres,
wln 1065And therefore brother banish him for euer.
wln 1066Edw.Art thou an enemie to my Gaueston?

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wln 1067Kent.I, and it greeues me that I fauoured him.
wln 1068Edw.Traitor be gone, whine thou with Mortimer.
wln 1069Kent.So will I, rather then with Gaueston.
wln 1070Edw.Out of my sight, and trouble me no more.
wln 1071Kent.No maruell though thou scorne thy noble
wln 1072 peeres,
wln 1073VVhen I thy brother am reiected thus.Exit.
wln 1074Edw.Away poore Gaueston, that hast no friend but me,
wln 1075Do what they can, weele liue in Tinmoth here,
wln 1076And so I walke with him about the walles,
wln 1077VVhat care I though the Earles be girt vs round,
wln 1078Heere comes she thats cause of all these iarres.

wln 1079Enter the Queene, Ladies 3, Baldock,
wln 1080and Spencer.

wln 1081Qu.My lord, tis thought, the Earles are vp in armes.
wln 1082Edw.I, and tis likewise thought you fauour him.
wln 1083Qu.Thus do you still suspect me without cause.
wln 1084La.Sweet vnckle speake more kindly to the queene.
wln 1085Gau.My lord, dissemble with her, speake her faire.
wln 1086Edw.Pardon me sweet, I forgot my selfe.
wln 1087Qu.Your pardon is quicklie got of Isabell.
wln 1088Edw.The yonger Mortimer is growne so braue,
wln 1089That to my face he threatens ciuill warres.
wln 1090Gau.VVhy do you not commit him to the tower?
wln 1091Edw.I dare not, for the people loue him well.
wln 1092Gau.Why then weele haue him priuilie made away.
wln 1093Edw.VVould Lancaster and he had both carroust,
wln 1094A bowle of poison to each others health:
wln 1095But let them go, and tell me what are these.
wln 1096Lad.Two of my fathers seruants whilst he liu’de,
wln 1097Mait please your grace to entertaine them now.
wln 1098Edw.Tell me, where wast thou borne?

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wln 1099VVhat is thine armes?
wln 1100Bald.My name is Baldock, and my gentrie
wln 1101I fetcht from Oxford, not from Heraldrie.
wln 1102Edw.The fitter art thou Baldock for my turne,
wln 1103VVaite on me, and ile see thou shalt not want.
wln 1104Bald.I humblie thanke your maiestie.
wln 1105Edw.Knowest thou him Gaueston?
wln 1106Gau.I my lord, his name is Spencer, he is well alied,
wln 1107For my sake let him waite vpon your grace,
wln 1108Scarce shall you finde a man of more desart.
wln 1109Edw.Then Spencer waite vpon me, for his sake
wln 1110Ile grace thee with a higher stile ere long.
wln 1111Spen.No greater titles happen vnto me,
wln 1112Then to be fauoured of your maiestie.
wln 1113Edw.Cosin, this day shalbe your mariage feast,
wln 1114And Gaueston, thinke that I loue thee well,
wln 1115To wed thee to our neece, the onely heire
wln 1116Vnto the Earle of Gloster late deceased.
wln 1117Gau.I know my lord, many will stomack me,
wln 1118But I respect neither their loue nor hate.
wln 1119Edw.The head-strong Barons shall not limit me.
wln 1120He that I list to fauour shall be great:
wln 1121Come lets away, and when the mariage ends,
wln 1122Haue at the rebels, and their complices.
wln 1123Exeunt omnes.

wln 1124Enter Lancaster, Mortimer, Warwick,
wln 1125Penbrooke, Kent.

wln 1126Kent.My lords, of loue to this our natiue land,
wln 1127I come to ioine with you, and leaue the king,
wln 1128And in your quarrell and the realmes behoofe,
wln 1129VVill be the first that shall aduenture life.
wln 1130Lan.I feare me you are sent of pollicie,

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wln 1131To vndermine vs with a showe of loue.
wln 1132Warw.He is your brother, therefore haue we cause
wln 1133To cast the worst, and doubt of your reuolt.
wln 1134Edm.Mine honor shalbe hostage of my truth,
wln 1135If that will not suffice, farewell my lords.
wln 1136Mor. iu.Stay Edmund, neuer was Plantagenet
wln 1137False of his word, and therefore trust we thee.
wln 1138Pen.But whats the reason you should leaue him now?
wln 1139Kent.I haue enformd the Earle of Lancaster.
wln 1140Lan.And it sufficeth: now my lords know this,
wln 1141That Gaueston is secretlie arriude,
wln 1142And here in Tinmoth frollicks with the king,
wln 1143Let vs with these our followers scale the walles,
wln 1144And sodenly surprize them vnawares.
wln 1145Mor. iu.Ile giue the onset.
wln 1146War.And ile follow thee.
wln 1147Mor. iu.This tottered ensigne of my auncesters,
wln 1148Which swept the desart shore of that dead sea,
wln 1149Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
wln 1150Will I aduaunce vpon this castell walles,
wln 1151Drums strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
wln 1152And ring aloude the knell of Gaueston.
wln 1153Lanc.None be so hardie as to touche the King,
wln 1154But neither spare you Gaueston, nor his friends.
wln 1155Exeunt.
wln 1156Enter the king and Spencer, to them
wln 1157Gaueston, &c.

wln 1158Edw.O tell me Spencer, where is Gaueston?
wln 1159Spen.I feare me he is slaine my gratious lord.
wln 1160Edw.No, here he comes, now let them spoile and kill:
wln 1161Flie, flie, my lords, the earles haue got the holde,
wln 1162Take shipping and away to Scarborough,
wln 1163Spencer and I will post away by land.

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wln 1164Gau.O stay my lord, they will not iniure you.
wln 1165Edw.I will not trust them, Gaueston away.
wln 1166Gau.Farewell my Lord.
wln 1167Edw.Ladie, farewell.
wln 1168Lad.Farewell sweete vnckle till we meete againe.
wln 1169Edw.Farewell sweete Gaueston, and farewell Neece.
wln 1170Qu.No farewell, to poore Isabell, thy Queene?
wln 1171Edw.Yes, yes, for Mortimer your louers sake.
wln 1172Exeunt omnes, manet Isabella.
wln 1173Qu.Heauens can witnesse, I loue none but you,
wln 1174From my imbracements thus he breakes away,
wln 1175O that mine armes could close this Ile about,
wln 1176That I might pull him to me where I would,
wln 1177Or that these teares that drissell from mine eyes,
wln 1178Had power to mollifie his stonie hart,
wln 1179That when I had him we might neuer part.
wln 1180Enter the Barons alarums.
wln 1181Lan.I wonder how he scapt.
wln 1182Mor. iu.Whose this, the Queene?
wln 1183Qu.I Mortimer, the miserable Queene,
wln 1184Whose pining heart, her inward sighes haue blasted,
wln 1185And body with continuall moorning wasted:
wln 1186These hands are tir’d, with haling of my lord
wln 1187From Gaueston, from wicked Gaueston,
wln 1188And all in vaine, for when I speake him faire,
wln 1189He turnes away, and smiles vpon his minion.
wln 1190Mor. iu.Cease to lament, and tell vs wheres the king?
wln 1191Qu.What would you with the king, ist him you seek?
wln 1192Lan.No madam, but that cursed Gaueston,
wln 1193Farre be it from the thought of Lancaster,
wln 1194To offer violence to his soueraigne,
wln 1195We would but rid the realme of Gaueston,
wln 1196Tell vs where he remaines, and he shall die.

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wln 1197Qu.Hees gone by water vnto Scarborough,
wln 1198Pursue him quicklie, and he cannot scape,
wln 1199The king hath left him, and his traine is small.
wln 1200War.Forslowe no time, sweet Lancaster lets march.
wln 1201Mor.How comes it, that the king and he is parted?
wln 1202Qu.That this your armie going seuerall waies,
wln 1203Might be of lesser force, and with the power
wln 1204That he intendeth presentlie to raise,
wln 1205Be easilie supprest: and therefore be gone.
wln 1206Mor.Heere in the riuer rides a Flemish hoie,
wln 1207Lets all aboord, and follow him amaine.
wln 1208Lan.The wind that bears him hence, wil fil our sailes,
wln 1209Come, come aboord, tis but an houres sailing.
wln 1210Mor.Madam, stay you within this castell here.
wln 1211Qu.No Mortimer, ile to my lord the king.
wln 1212Mor.Nay, rather saile with vs to Scarborough.
wln 1213Qu.You know the king is so suspitious,
wln 1214As if he heare I haue but talkt with you,
wln 1215Mine honour will be cald in question,
wln 1216And therefore gentle Mortimer be gone.
wln 1217Mor.Madam, I cannot stay to answer you,
wln 1218But thinke of Mortimer as he deserues.
wln 1219Qu.So well hast thou deseru’de sweete Mortimer,
wln 1220As Isæbell could liue with thee for euer,
wln 1221In vaine I looke for loue at Edwards hand,
wln 1222Whose eyes are fixt on none but Gaueston:
wln 1223Yet once more ile importune him with praiers,
wln 1224If he be straunge and not regarde my wordes,
wln 1225My sonne and I will ouer into France,
wln 1226And to the king my brother there complaine,
wln 1227How Gaueston hath robd me of his loue:
wln 1228But yet I hope my sorrowes will haue end,
wln 1229And Gaueston this blessed day be slaine.Exeunt.

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wln 1230Enter Gaueston pursued.
wln 1231Gau.Yet lustie lords I haue escapt your handes,
wln 1232Your threats, your larums, and your hote pursutes,
wln 1233And though deuorsed from king Edwards eyes,
wln 1234Yet liueth Pierce of Gaueston vnsurprizd,
wln 1235Breathing, in hope (malgrado all your beards,
wln 1236That muster rebels thus against your king)
wln 1237To see his royall soueraigne once againe.
wln 1238Enter the Nobles.
wln 1239War.Vpon him souldiers, take away his weapons.
wln 1240Mor.Thou proud disturber of thy countries peace,
wln 1241Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broiles,
wln 1242Base flatterer, yeeld, and were it not for shame,
wln 1243Shame and dishonour to a souldiers name,
wln 1244Vpon my weapons point here shouldst thou fall,
wln 1245And welter in thy goare.
wln 1246Lan.Monster of men, that like the Greekish strumpet
wln 1247Traind to armes and bloudie warres,
wln 1248So many valiant knights,
wln 1249Looke for no other fortune wretch then death,
wln 1250Kind Edward is not heere to buckler thee.
wln 1251War.Lancaster, why talkst thou to the slaue?
wln 1252Go souldiers take him hence,
wln 1253For by my sword, his head shall off:
wln 1254Gaueston, short warning shall serue thy turne:
wln 1255It is our countries cause,
wln 1256That here seuerelie we will execute,
wln 1257Vpon thy person: hang him at a bough:
wln 1258Gau.My Lord.
wln 1259War.Souldiers, haue him away:
wln 1260But for thou wert the fauorit of a King,
wln 1261Thou shalt haue so much honor at our hands.
wln 1262Gau.I thanke you all my lords, then I perceiue,

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wln 1263That heading is one, and hanging is the other,
wln 1264And death is all.
wln 1265Enter earle of Arundell.
wln 1266Lan.How now my lord of Arundell?
wln 1267Arun.My lords, king Edward greetes you all by me.
wln 1268War.Arundell, say your message.
wln 1269Aru.His maiesty, hearing that you had takē Gaueston,
wln 1270Intreateth you by me, yet but he may
wln 1271See him before he dies, for why he saies,
wln 1272And sends you word, he knowes that die he shall,
wln 1273And if you gratifie his grace so farre,
wln 1274He will be mindfull of the curtesie.
wln 1275Warw.How now?
wln 1276Gau.Renowmed Edward, how thy name
wln 1277Reuiues poore Gaueston.
wln 1278War.No, it needeth not,
wln 1279Arundell, we will gratifie the king
wln 1280In other matters, he must pardon vs in this,
wln 1281Souldiers away with him.
wln 1282Gauest.Why my Lord of VVarwicke,
wln 1283Will not these delaies beget my hopes?
wln 1284I know it lords, it is this life you aime at,
wln 1285Yet graunt king Edward this.
wln 1286Mor. iu.Shalt thou appoint what we shall graunt?
wln 1287Souldiers away with him:
wln 1288Thus weele gratifie the king,
wln 1289Weele send his head by thee, let him bestow
wln 1290His teares on that, for that is all he gets
wln 1291Of Gaueston, or else his sencelesse trunck.
wln 1292Lan.Not so my Lord, least he bestow more cost,
wln 1293In burying him, then he hath euer earned.
wln 1294Arun.My lords, it is his maiesties request,
wln 1295And in the honor of a king he sweares,

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of Edward the second.

wln 1296He will but talke with him and send him backe.
wln 1297War.When can you tell? Arundell no, we wot,
wln 1298He that the care of realme remits,
wln 1299And driues his nobles to these exigents
wln 1300For Gaueston, will if he zease him once,
wln 1301Violate any promise to possesse him.
wln 1302Arun.Then if you will not trust his grace in keepe,
wln 1303My lords, I will be pledge for his returne.
wln 1304Mor. iu.It is honourable in thee to offer this,
wln 1305But for we know thou art a noble gentleman,
wln 1306We will not wrong thee so,
wln 1307To make away a true man for a theefe.
wln 1308Gaue.How meanst thou Mortimer? that is ouer base.
wln 1309Mor.Away base groome, robber of kings renowme,
wln 1310Question with thy companions and thy mates.
wln 1311Pen.My lord Mortimer, and you my lords each one,
wln 1312To gratifie the kings request therein,
wln 1313Touching the sending of this Gaueston,
wln 1314Because his maiestie so earnestlie
wln 1315Desires to see the man before his death,
wln 1316I will vpon mine honor vndertake
wln 1317To carrie him, and bring him back againe,
wln 1318Prouided this, that you my lord of Arundell
wln 1319Will ioyne with me.
wln 1320War.Penbrooke, what wilt thou do?
wln 1321Cause yet more bloudshed: is it not enough
wln 1322That we haue taken him, but must we now
wln 1323Leaue him on had-I wist , and let him go?
wln 1324Pen.My lords, I will not ouer wooe your honors,
wln 1325But if you dare trust Penbrooke with the prisoner,
wln 1326Vpon mine oath I will returne him back.
wln 1327Arun.My lord of Lancaster, what say you in this?
wln 1328Lan.Why I say, let him go on Penbrookes word.

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wln 1329Pen.And you lord Mortimer.
wln 1330Mor. iu.How say you my lord of Warwick.
wln 1331War.Nay, do your pleasures,
wln 1332I know how twill prooue.
wln 1333Pen.Then giue him me.
wln 1334Gau.Sweete soueraigne, yet I come
wln 1335To see thee ere I die.
wln 1336Warw.Yet not perhaps,
wln 1337If Warwickes wit and policie preuaile.
wln 1338Mor. iu.My lord of Penbrooke, we deliuer him you,
wln 1339Returne him on your honor, sound away.Exeunt.
wln 1340Manent Penbrooke, Mat. Gauest. & Pen-
wln 1341brookes men, foure souldiers.

wln 1342Pen.My Lord, you shall go with me,
wln 1343My house is not farre hence out of the way,
wln 1344A little, but our men shall go along,
wln 1345We that haue prettie wenches to our wiues,
wln 1346Sir, must not come so neare and balke their lips.
wln 1347Mat.Tis verie kindlie spoke my lord of Penbrooke,
wln 1348Your honor hath an adamant of power,
wln 1349To drawe a prince.
wln 1350Pen.So my lord, come hether Iames,
wln 1351I do commit this Gaueston to thee,
wln 1352Be thou this night his keeper, in the morning
wln 1353We will discharge thee of thy charge, be gon.
wln 1354Gau.Vnhappie Gaueston, whether goest thou now.
wln 1355Exit cum seruis Pen.
wln 1356Horse boy.My lord, weele quicklie be at Cobham.
wln 1357Exeunt ambo.
wln 1358Enter Gaueston moorning, and the earle
wln 1359of Penbrookes men.

wln 1360Gaue.O treacherous Warwicke thus to wrong thy
wln 1361 friend!

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of Edward the second.

wln 1362Iames.I see it is your life these armes pursue.
wln 1363Gau.Weaponles must I fall and die in bands,
wln 1364O must this day be period of my life!
wln 1365Center of all my blisse, and yee be men,
wln 1366Speede to the king.
wln 1367Enter Warwicke and his companie.
wln 1368War.My lord of Penbrookes men,
wln 1369Striue you no longer, I will haue that Gaueston.
wln 1370Iam.Your lordship doth dishonor to your selfe,
wln 1371And wrong our lord, your honorable friend.
wln 1372War.No Iames, it is my countries cause I follow,
wln 1373Goe, take the villaine, soldiers come away,
wln 1374Weel make quick worke, cōmend me to your maister
wln 1375My friend, and tell him that I watcht it well,
wln 1376Come, let thy shadow parley with king Edward.
wln 1377Gau.Treacherous earle, shall I not see the king?
wln 1378War.The king of heauen perhaps, no other king,
wln 1379Away.Exeunt Warwike and his men, with Gauest.
wln 1380Manet Iames cum cæteris.
wln 1381Come fellowes, it booted not for vs to striue,
wln 1382We will in hast go certifie our Lord.Exeunt.
wln 1383Enter king Edward and Spencer, with
wln 1384Drummes and Fifes.

wln 1385Edw.I long to heare an answer from the Barons
wln 1386Touching my friend, my deerest Gaueston,
wln 1387Ah Spencer, not the riches of my realme
wln 1388Can ransome him, ah he is markt to die,
wln 1389I know the malice of the yonger Mortimer,
wln 1390VVarwick I know is roughe, and Lancaster
wln 1391Inexorable, and I shall neuer see
wln 1392My louely Pierce, my Gaueston againe,
wln 1393The Barons ouerbeare me with their pride.
wln 1394Spencer.Were I king Edward Englands soueraigne,

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wln 1395Sonne to the louelie Elenor of Spaine,
wln 1396Great Edward Longshankes issue: would I bear
wln 1397These braues, this rage, and suffer vncontrowld
wln 1398These Barons thus to beard me in my land,
wln 1399In mine owne realme? my lord pardon my speeche,
wln 1400Did you retaine your fathers magnanimitie?
wln 1401Did you regard the honor of your name?
wln 1402You would not suffer thus your maiestie
wln 1403Be counterbuft of your nobilitie,
wln 1404Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles,
wln 1405No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest,
wln 1406As by their preachments they will profit much,
wln 1407And learne obedience to their lawfull king.
wln 1408Edw.Yea gentle Spencer, we haue beene too milde,
wln 1409Too kinde to