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Christopher Marlowe (1564–1593).  Edward the Second.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
Act the Second
 
Scene II
 
 
Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN ISABELLA, KENT, LANCASTER, Young MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, and Attendants

  K. Edw.  The wind is good, I wonder why he stays;
I fear me he is wrack’d upon the sea.
  Q. Isab.  Look, Lancaster, how passionate 1 he is,
And still his mind runs on his minion!        4
  Lan.  My lord,—
  K. Edw.  How now! what news? Is Gaveston arriv’d?
  Y. Mor.  Nothing but Gaveston!—What means your grace?
You have matters of more weight to think upon;        8
The King of France sets foot in Normandy.
  K. Edw.  A trifle! we’ll expel him when we please.
But tell me, Mortimer, what’s thy device
Against the stately triumph we decreed?        12
  Y. Mor.  A homely one, my lord, not worth the telling.
  K. Edw.  Pray thee let me know it.
  Y. Mor.  But, seeing you are so desirous, thus it is:
A lofty cedar-tree, fair flourishing,        16
On whose top-branches kingly eagles perch,
And by the bark a canker 2 creeps me up,
And gets into the highest bough of all:
The motto, Æque tandem. 3        20
  K. Edw.  And what is yours, my lord of Lancaster?
  Lan.  My lord, mine’s more obscure than Mortimer’s.
Pliny reports there is a flying fish
Which all the other fishes deadly hate,        24
And therefore, being pursued, it takes the air:
No sooner is it up, but there’s a fowl
That seizeth it; this fish, my lord, I bear:
The motto this: Undique mors est. 4        28
  K. Edw.  Proud Mortimer! ungentle Lancaster!
Is this the love you bear your sovereign?
Is this the fruit your reconcilement bears?
Can you in words make show of amity,        32
And in your shields display your rancorous minds!
What call you this but private libelling
Against the Earl of Cornwall and my brother?
  Q. Isab.  Sweet husband, be content, they all love you.        36
  K. Edw.  They love me not that hate my Gaveston.
I am that cedar, shake me not too much;
And you the eagles; soar ye ne’er so high,
I have the jesses 5 that will pull you down;        40
And Æque tandem shall that canker cry
Unto the proudest peer of Britainy.
Though thou compar’st him to a flying fish,
And threatenest death whether he rise or fall,        44
’Tis not the hugest monster of the sea,
Nor foulest harpy that shall swallow him.
  Y. Mor.  If in his absence thus he favours him,
What will he do whenas he shall be present?        48
  Lan.  That shall we see; look where his lordship comes.
 
Enter GAVESTON

  K. Edw.  My Gaveston!
Welcome to Tynemouth! Welcome to thy friend!
Thy absence made me droop and pine away;        52
For, as the lovers of fair Danae,
When she was lock’d up in a brazen tower,
Desired her more, and wax’d outrageous,
So did it fare 6 with me; and now thy sight        56
Is sweeter far than was thy parting hence
Bitter and irksome to my sobbing heart.
  Gav.  Sweet lord and king, your speech preventeth 7 mine,
Yet have I words left to express my joy:        60
The shepherd nipt with biting winter’s rage
Frolics not more to see the painted spring,
Than I do to behold your majesty.
  K. Edw.  Will none of you salute my Gaveston?        64
  Lan.  Salute him? yes. Welcome, Lord Chamberlain!
  Y. Mor.  Welcome is the good Earl of Cornwall!
  War.  Welcome, Lord Governor of the Isle of Man!
  Pem.  Welcome, Master Secretary!        68
  Kent.  Brother, do you hear them?
  K. Edw.  Still will these earls and barons use me thus.
  Gav.  My lord, I cannot brook these injuries.
  Q. Isab.  Aye me, poor soul, when these begin to jar.  [Aside.]        72
  K. Edw.  Return it to their throats, I’ll be thy warrant.
  Gav.  Base, leaden earls, that glory in your birth,
Go sit at home and eat your tenants’ beef;
And come not here to scoff at Gaveston,        76
Whose mounting thoughts did never creep so low
As to bestow a look on such as you.
  Lan.  Yet I disdain not to do this for you.  [Draws his sword and offers to stab GAVESTON.]
  K. Edw.  Treason! treason! where’s the traitor?        80
  Pem.  Here! here!
  K. Edw.  Convey hence Gaveston; they’ll murder him.
  Gav.  The life of thee shall salve this foul disgrace.
  Y. Mor.  Villain! thy life, unless I miss mine aim.  [Wounds GAVESTON.]        84
  Q. Isab.  Ah! furious Mortimer, what hast thou done?
  Y. Mor.  No more than I would answer, were he slain.  [Exit GAVESTON with Attendants.]
  K. Edw.  Yes, more than thou canst answer, though he live.
Dear shall you both abye 8 this riotous deed.        88
Out of my presence! Come not near the court.
  Y. Mor.  I’ll not be barr’d the court for Gaveston.
  Lan.  We’ll hale him by the ears unto the block.
  K. Edw.  Look to your own heads; his is sure enough.        92
  War.  Look to your own crown, if you back him thus.
  Kent.  Warwick, these words do ill beseem thy years.
  K. Edw.  Nay, all of them conspire to cross me thus;
But if I live, I’ll tread upon their heads        96
That think with high looks thus to tread me down.
Come, Edmund, let’s away and levy men,
’Tis war that must abate these barons’ pride.  Exeunt KING EDWARD, [QUEEN ISABELLA and KENT.]
  War.  Let’s to our castles, for the king is mov’d.        100
  Y. Mor.  Mov’d may he be, and perish in his wrath!
  Lan.  Cousin, it is no dealing with him now,
He means to make us stoop by force of arms;
And therefore let us jointly here protest,        104
To persecute that Gaveston to the death.
  Y. Mor.  By heaven, the abject villain shall not live!
  War.  I’ll have his blood, or die in seeking it.
  Pem.  The like oath Pembroke takes.        108
  Lan.  And so doth Lancaster.
Now send our heralds to defy the king;
And make the people swear to put him down.
 
[Enter a Messenger]

  Y. Mor.  Letters! From whence?
        112
  Mess.  From Scotland, my lord.  [Giving letters to MORTIMER.]
  Lan.  Why, how now, cousin, how fares all our friends?
  Y. Mor.  My uncle’s taken prisoner by the Scots.
  Lan.  We’ll have him ransom’d, man; be of good cheer.        116
  Y. Mor.  They rate his ransom at five thousand pound.
Who should defray the money but the king,
Seeing he is taken prisoner in his wars?
I’ll to the king.        120
  Lan.  Do, cousin, and I’ll bear thee company.
  War.  Meantime, my lord of Pembroke and myself
Will to Newcastle here, and gather head. 9
  Y. Mor.  About it then, and we will follow you.        124
  Lan.  Be resolute and full of secrecy.
  War.  I warrant you.  [Exit with PEMBROKE.]
  Y. Mor.  Cousin, and if he will not ransom him,
I’ll thunder such a peal into his ears,        128
As never subject did unto his king.
  Lan.  Content, I’ll bear my part—Holla! who’s there?
 
[Enter Guard]

  Y. Mor.  Ay, marry, such a guard as this doth well.
  Lan.  Lead on the way.        132
  Guard.  Whither will your lordships?
  Y. Mor.  Whither else but to the king.
  Guard.  His highness is dispos’d to be alone.
  Lan.  Why, so he may, but we will speak to him.        136
  Guard.  You may not in, my lord.
  Y. Mor.  May we not?
 
[Enter KING EDWARD and KENT]

  K. Edu.  How now!
What noise is this? Who have we there? Is’t you?  [Going.]        140
  Y. Mor.  Nay, stay, my lord, I come to bring you news;
Mine uncle’s taken prisoner by the Scots.
  K. Edw.  Then ransom him.
  Lan.  ’Twas in your wars; you should ransom him.        144
  Y. Mor.  And you shall ransom him, or else——s
  Kent.  What! Mortimer, you will not threaten him?
  K. Edw.  Quiet yourself, you shall have the broad seal,
To gather for him throughout the realm.        148
  Lan.  Your minion Gaveston hath taught you this.
  Y. Mor.  My lord, the family of the Mortimers
Are not so poor, but, would they sell their land,
’Twould levy men enough to anger you.        152
We never beg, but use such prayers as these.
  K. Edw.  Shall I still be haunted thus?
  Y. Mor.  Nay, now you’re here alone, I’ll speak my mind.
  Lan.  And so will I, and then, my lord, farewell.        156
  Y. Mor.  The idle triumphs, masks, lascivious shows,
And prodigal gifts bestow’d on Gaveston,
Have drawn thy treasury dry, and made thee weak;
The murmuring commons, overstretched, break.        160
  Lan.  Look for rebellion, look to be depos’d.
Thy garrisons are beaten out of France,
And, lame and poor, lie groaning at the gates.
The wild O’Neill, with swarms of Irish kerns, 10        164
Lives uncontroll’d within the English pale.
Unto the walls of York the Scots made road, 11
And unresisted drave away rich spoils.
  Y. Mor.  The haughty Dane commands the narrow seas,        168
While in the harbour ride thy ships unrigg’d.
  Lan.  What foreign prince sends thee ambassadors?
  Y. Mor.  Who loves thee, but a sort 12 of flatterers?
  Lan.  Thy gentle queen, sole sister to Valois,        172
Complains that thou hast left her all forlorn.
  Y. Mor.  Thy court is naked, being bereft of those
That make a king seem glorious to the world;
I mean the peers, whom thou should’st dearly love.        176
Libels are cast again thee in the street;
Ballads and rhymes made of thy overthrow.
  Lan.  The Northern borderers seeing their houses burnt,
Their wives and children slain, run up and down,        180
Cursing the name of thee and Gaveston.
  Y. Mor.  When wert thou in the field with banner spread,
But once? and then thy soldiers marched like players,
With garish robes, not armour; and thyself,        184
Bedaub’d with gold, rode laughing at the rest,
Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest,
Where women’s favours hung like labels down.
  Lan.  And therefore came it, that the fleering 13 Scots,        188
To England’s high disgrace, have made this jig;
        “Maids of England, sore may you mourn,—
For your lemans 14 you have lost at Bannocksbourn,— 15
  With a heave and a ho!
What weeneth the King of England,
So soon to have won Scotland?—
  With a rombelow!”
  Y. Mor.  Wigmore 16 shall fly, to set my uncle free.
  Lan.  And when ’tis gone, our swords shall purchase more.
If ye be mov’d, revenge it as you can;        192
Look next to see us with our ensigns spread.  Exit with Young MORTIMER.
  K. Edw.  My swelling heart for very anger breaks!
How oft have I been baited by these peers,
And dare not be reveng’d, for their power is great!        196
Yet, shall the crowing of these cockerels
Affright a lion? Edward, unfold thy paws,
And let their lives’ blood slake thy fury’s hunger.
If I be cruel and grow tyrannous,        200
Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late.
  Kent.  My lord, I see your love to Gaveston
Will be the ruin of the realm and you,
For now the wrathful nobles threaten wars,        204
And therefore, brother, banish him for ever.
  K. Edw.  Art thou an enemy to my Gaveston?
  Kent.  Ay, and it grieves me that I favoured him.
  K. Edw.  Traitor, begone! whine thou with Mortimer.        208
  Kent.  So will I, rather than with Gaveston.
  K. Edw.  Out of my sight, and trouble me no more!
  Kent.  No marvel though thou scorn thy noble peers,
When I thy brother am rejected thus.        212
  K. Edw.  Away!  Exit KENT.
Poor Gaveston, that has no friend but me,
Do what they can, we’ll live in Tynemouth here,
And, so I walk with him about the walls,        216
What care I though the earls begirt us round?—
Here comes she that is cause of all these jars.
 
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA with [KING EDWARD’S Niece, two] Ladies, [GAVESTON,] BALDOCK and Young SPENCER

  Q. Isab.  My lord, ’tis thought the earls are up in arms.
  K. Edw.  Ay, and ’tis likewise thought you favour ’em.        220
  Q. Isab.  Thus do you still suspect me without cause?
  Niece.  Sweet uncle! speak more kindly to the queen.
  Gav.  My lord, dissemble with her, speak her fair.
  K. Edw.  Pardon me, sweet, I forgot myself.        224
  Q. Isab.  Your pardon is quickly got of Isabel.
  K. Edw.  The younger Mortimer is grown so brave,
That to my face he threatens civil wars.
  Gav.  Why do you not commit him to the Tower?        228
  K. Edw.  I dare not, for the people love him well.
  Gav.  Why, then we’ll have him privily made away.
  K. Edw.  Would Lancaster and he had both carous’d
A bowl of poison to each other’s health!        232
But let them go, and tell me what are these?
  Niece.  Two of my father’s servants whilst he liv’d,—
May’st please your grace to entertain them now.
  K. Edw.  Tell me, where wast thou born? What is thine arms?        236
  Bald.  My name is Baldock, and my gentry
I fetch from Oxford, not from heraldry.
  K. Edw.  The fitter art thou, Baldock, for my turn.
Wait on me, and I’ll see thou shalt not want.        240
  Bald.  I humbly thank your majesty.
  K. Edw.  Knowest thou him, Gaveston?
  Gav.        Ay, my lord;
His name is Spencer, he is well allied;        244
For my sake, let him wait upon your grace;
Scarce shall you find a man of more desert.
  K. Edw.  Then, Spencer, wait upon me; for his sake
I’ll grace thee with a higher style ere long.        248
  Y. Spen.  No greater titles happen unto me,
Than to be favoured of your majesty!
  K. Edw.  Cousin, this day shall be your marriage-feast.
And, Gaveston, think that I love thee well,        252
To wed thee to our niece, the only heir
Unto the Earl of Gloucester late deceas’d.
  Gav.  I know, my lord, many will stomach 17 me,
But I respect neither their love nor hate.        256
  K. Edw.  The headstrong barons shall not limit me;
He that I list to favour shall be great.
Come, let’s away; and when the marriage ends,
Have at the rebels, and their ’complices!  Exeunt.        260
 
Note 1. Sorrowful. [back]
Note 2. Canker-worm. [back]
Note 3. Lat. Justly at length. [back]
Note 4. Lat. On all sides is death. [back]
Note 5. The straps round a hawk’s legs, to which the falconer’s leash was fastened. [back]
Note 6. Qq. 1594–1612, sure. [back]
Note 7. Anticipateth. [back]
Note 8. Pay for. [back]
Note 9. An army. [back]
Note 10. Foot soldiers. [back]
Note 11. Inroad. [back]
Note 12. Band. [back]
Note 13. Jeering. [back]
Note 14. Lovers. [back]
Note 15. Bannockburn was not yet fought. The rhyme is taken from the Chronicles. [back]
Note 16. Young Mortimer’s estate. [back]
Note 17. Feel resentment at. [back]
 

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