Front Page Titles (by Subject) ACT THE FIRST. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
ACT THE FIRST. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 
The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.
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ACT THE FIRST.
EnterGaveston, reading a letter from the King.
- My father is deceased! Come, Gaveston, And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.
- Ah! words that make me surfeit with delight!
- What greater bliss can hap to Gaveston
- Than live and be the favourite of a king!
- Sweet prince, I come; these, these thy amorous lines
- Might have enforced me to have swum from France,
- And, like Leander, gasped upon the sand,
- So thou would'st smile, and take me in thine arms.
- The sight of London to my exiled eyes
- Is as Elysium to a new-come soul;
- Not that I love the city, or the men,
- But that it harbours him I hold so dear—
- The king, upon whose bosom let me die,
- And with the world be still at enmity.
- What need the arctic people love starlight,
- To whom the sun shines both by day and night?
- Farewell base stooping to the lordly peers!
- My knee shall bow to none but to the king.
- As for the multitude, that are but sparks,
- Raked up in embers of their poverty;—
- Tanti; I'll fawn first on the wind
- That glanceth at my lips, and flieth away.
- But how now, what are these?
- Enter three poor Men.
- Such as desire your worship's service.
- But I have no horse. What art thou?
- Let me see—thou would'st do well
- To wait at my trencher and tell me lies at dinner-time;
- And as I like your discoursing, I'll have you.
- And what art thou?
- A soldier, that hath served against the Scot.
- Why, there are hospitals for such as you;
- I have no war, and therefore, sir, begone.
- Farewell, and perish by a soldier's hand,
- That would'st reward them with an hospital.
- Ay, ay, these words of his move me as much
- As if a goose would play the porcupine,
- And dart her plumes, thinking to pierce my breast.
- But yet it is no pain to speak men fair;
- I'll flatter these, and make them live in hope.
- You know that I came lately out of France,
- And yet I have not viewed my lord the king;
- If I speed well, I'll entertain you all.
- I have some business. Leave me to myself.
- We will wait here about the court.
- Do; these are not men for me;
- I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits,
- Musicians, that with touching of a string
- May draw the pliant king which way I please.
- Music and poetry is his delight;
- Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night,
- Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows;
- And in the day, when he shall walk abroad,
- Like silvian nymphs my pages shall be clad;
- My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,
- Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay.
- Sometime a lovely boy in Dian's shape,
- With hair that gilds the water as it glides,
- Crownets of pearl about his naked arms,
- And in his sportful hands an olive-tree,
- To hide those parts which men delight to see,
- Shall bathe him in a spring; and there hard by,
- One like Actæon peeping though the grove,
- Shall by the angry goddess be transformed,
- And running in the likeness of an hart
- By yelping hounds pulled down, and seem to die;—
- Such things as these best please his majesty.
- Here comes my lord the king, and [here] the nobles
- From the parliament. I'll stand aside.
- Enter theKing, Lancaster, ElderMortimer, YoungMortimer, Edmund, Earl of Kent, Guy, Earl of Warwick, &c
- That Earl of Lancaster do I abhor.
- Will you not grant me this? In spite of them
- I'll have my will; and these two Mortimers,
- If you love us, my lord, hate Gaveston.
- That villain Mortimer, I'll be his death!
- Mine uncle here, this earl, and I myself,
- Were sworn to your father at his death,
- That he should ne'er return into the realm:
- And know, my lord, ere I will break my oath,
- This sword of mine, that should offend your foes,
- Shall sleep within the scabbard at thy need,
- And underneath thy banners march who will,
- For Mortimer will hang his armour up.
- Well, Mortimer, I'll make thee rue these words.
- Beseems it thee to contradict thy king?
- Frown'st thou thereat, aspiring Lancaster?
- The sword shall plane the furrows of thy brows,
- And hew these knees that now are grown so stiff.
- I will have Gaveston; and you shall know
- My lord, why do you thus incense your peers,
- That naturally would love and honour you
- But for that base and obscure Gaveston?
- Four earldoms have I, besides Lancaster—
- Derby, Salisbury, Lincoln, Leicester,
- These will I sell, to give my soldiers pay,
- Ere Gaveston shall stay within the realm;
- Barons and earls, your pride hath made me mute;
- But now I'll speak, and to the proof, I hope.
- I do remember, in my father's days,
- Lord Percy of the north, being highly moved,
- Braved Moubery in presence of the king;
- For which, had not his highness loved him well,
- He should have lost his head; but with his look
- The undaunted spirit of Percy was appeased,
- And Moubery and he were reconciled:
- Yet dare you brave the king unto his face.—
- Brother, revenge it, and let these their heads
- Ay, yours; and therefore I would wish you grant—
- Bridle thy anger, gentle Mortimer.
- I cannot, nor I will not; I must speak.
- Cousin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads,
- And strike off his that makes you threaten us.
- Come, uncle, let us leave the brain-sick king,
- And henceforth parley with our naked swords.
- Wiltshire hath men enough to save our heads.
- All Warwickshire will love him for my sake.
- And northward Gaveston hath many friends.
- Adieu, my lord; and either change your mind,
- Or look to see the throne, where you should sit,
- To float in blood; and at thy wanton head,
- The glozing head of thy base minion thrown.
- [Exeunt Nobles.
- I cannot brook these haughty menaces;
- Am I a king, and must be overruled?
- Brother, display my ensigns in the field;
- I'll bandy with the barons and the earls,
- And either die or live with Gaveston.
- I can no longer keep me from my lord.
- [Comes forward.
- What, Gaveston! welcome.—Kiss not my hand—
- Embrace me, Gaveston, as I do thee.
- Why should'st thou kneel? know'st thou not who I am?
- Thy friend, thyself, another Gaveston!
- Not Hylas was more mourned of Hercules,
- Than thou hast been of me since thy exile.
- And since I went from hence, no soul in hell
- Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston.
- I know it.—Brother, welcome home my friend.
- Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire,
- And that high-minded Earl of Lancaster:
- I have my wish, in that I joy thy sight;
- And sooner shall the sea o'erwhelm my land,
- Than bear the ship that shall transport thee hence.
- I here create thee Lord High Chamberlain,
- Chief Secretary to the state and me,
- My lord, these titles far exceed my worth.
- Brother, the least of these may well suffice For one of greater birth than Gaveston.
- Cease, brother: for I cannot brook these words.
- Thy worth, sweet friend, is far above my gifts,
- Therefore, to equal it, receive my heart;
- If for these dignities thou be envied,
- I'll give thee more; for, but to honour thee,
- Is Edward pleased with kingly regiment.
- Fear'st thou thy person? thou shalt have a guard.
- Wantest thou gold? go to my treasury.
- Wouldst thou be loved and feared? receive my seal;
- Save or condemn, and in our name command
- Whatso thy mind affects, or fancy likes.
- It shall suffice me to enjoy your love,
- Which whiles I have, I think myself as great
- As Cæsar riding in the Roman street,
- With captive kings at his triumphant car.
- Enter theBishopofCoventry.
- Whither goes my lord of Coventry so fast?
- To celebrate your father's exequies.
- But is that wicked Gaveston returned?
- Ay, priest, and lives to be revenged on thee,
- That wert the only cause of his exile.
- “Tis true; and but for reverence of these robes,
- Thou should'st not plod one foot beyond this place.
- I did no more than I was bound to do;
- And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaimed,
- As then I did incense the parliament,
- So will I now, and thou shalt back to France.
- Saving your reverence, you must pardon me.
- Throw off his golden mitre, rend his stole,
- And in the channel christen him anew.
- Ah, brother, lay not violent hands on him,
- For he'll complain unto the see of Rome.
- Let him complain unto the see of hell,
- I'll be revenged on him for my exile.
- No, spare his life, but seize upon his goods:
- Be thou lord bishop and receive his rents,
- And make him serve thee as thy chaplain:
- I give him thee—here, use him as thou wilt.
- He shall to prison, and there die in bolts.
- Ay, to the Tower, the Fleet, or where thou wilt.
- For this offence, be thou accurst of God!
- Who's there? Convey this priest to the Tower.
- But in the meantime, Gaveston, away,
- And take possession of his house and goods.
- Come, follow me, and thou shalt have my guard
- To see it done, and bring thee safe again.
- What should a priest do with so fair a house?
- A prison may best beseem his holiness.
Enter both theMortimers, Warwick, andLancaster.
- 'Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower,
- And goods and body given to Gaveston.
- What! will they tyrannise upon the church?
- Ah, wicked king! accursed Gaveston!
- This ground, which is corrupted with their steps,
- Shall be their timeless sepulchre or mine.
- Well, let that peevish Frenchman guard him sure;
- Unless his breast be sword-proof he shall die.
- How now, why droops the Earl of Lancaster?
- Wherefore is Guy of Warwick discontent?
- That villain Gaveston is made an earl.
- Ay, and besides Lord Chamberlain of the realm,
- And Secretary too, and Lord of Man.
- We may not, nor we will not suffer this.
- Why post we not from hence to levy men?
- “My Lord of Cornwall,” now at every word!
- And happy is the man whom he vouchsafes,
- For vailing of his bonnet, one good look.
- Thus, arm in arm, the king and he doth march:
- Nay more, the guard upon his lordship waits;
- And all the court begins to flatter him.
- Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king,
- He nods and scorns, and smiles at those that pass.
- Doth no man take exceptions at the slave?
- All stomach him, but none dare speak a word.
- Ah, that bewrays their baseness, Lancaster.
- Were all the earls and barons of my mind,
- We'd hale him from the bosom of the king,
- And at the court-gate hang the peasant up;
- Who, swoln with venom of ambitious pride,
- Will be the ruin of the realm and us.
- Enter theArchbishopofCanterburyand a Messenger.
- Here comes my Lord of Canterbury's grace.
- His countenance bewrays he is displeased.
- First were his sacred garments rent and torn,
- Then laid they violent hands upon him; next
- Himself imprisoned, and his goods asseized:
- This certify the pope;—away, take horse.
- [Exit Messenger.
- My lord, will you take arms against the king?
- What need I? God himself is up in arms,
- When violence is offered to the church.
- Then will you join with us, that be his peers.
- To banish or behead that Gaveston?
- What else, my lords? for it concerns me near;—
- The bishoprick of Coventry is his.
- Madam, whither walks your majesty so fast?
- Unto the forest, gentle Mortimer,
- To live in grief and baleful discontent;
- For now, my lord, the king regards me not,
- But doats upon the love of Gaveston,
- He claps his cheek, and hangs about his neck,
- Smiles in his face, and whispers in his ears;
- And when I come he frowns, as who should say,
- “Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston.”
- Is it not strange that he is thus bewitched?
- Madam, return unto the court again:
- That sly inveigling Frenchman we'll exile,
- Or lose our lives; and yet, ere that day come,
- The king shall lose his crown; for we have power,
- And courage too, to be revenged at full.
- But yet lift not your swords against the king.
- No; but we will lift Gaveston from hence.
- And war must be the means, or he'll stay still.
- Then let him stay; for rather than my lord
- Shall be oppressed with civil mutinies,
- I will endure a melancholy life,
- My lords, to ease all this, but hear me speak:—
- We and the rest, that are his counsellors,
- Will meet, and with a general consent
- Confirm his banishment with our hands and seals.
- What we confirm the king will frustrate.
- Then may we lawfully revolt from him.
- But say, my lord, where shall this meeting be?
- [Archbish.] And, in the meantime, I'll entreat you all
- To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me.
- Farewell, sweet Mortimer; and, for my sake,
- Forbear to levy arms against the king.
- Ay, if words will serve; if not, I must.
- Edmund, the mighty prince of Lancaster,
- That hath more earldoms than an ass can bear,
- And both the Mortimers, two goodly men,
- With Guy of Warwick, that redoubted knight,
- Are gone toward Lambeth—there let them remain.
- Here is the form of Gaveston's exile:
- May it please your lordship to subscribe your name.
- Give me the paper.
- [He subscribes, as the others do after him.
- Quick, quick, my lord; I long to write my name.
- But I long more to see him banished hence.
- The name of Mortimer shall fright the king,
- Unless he be declined from that base peasant.
- Enter theKing, Gaveston, andKent.
- What, are you moved that Gaveston sits here?
- It is our pleasure, and we will have it so.
- Your grace doth well to place him by your side,
- For nowhere else the new earl is so safe.
- What man of noble birth can brook this sight?
- Quam male conveniunt!
- See what a scornful look the peasant casts!
- Can kingly lions fawn on creeping ants?
- War Ignoble vassal, that like Phaeton
- Aspir'st unto the guidance of the sun.
- Their downfall is at hand, their forces down
- We will not thus be faced and over-peered.
- Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer!
- Lay hands on that traitor Gaveston!
- Is this the duty that you owe your king?
- We know our duties—let him know his peers.
- Whither will you bear him? Stay, or ye shall die.
- We are no traitors; therefore threaten not.
- No, threaten not, my lord, but pay them home!
- Were I a king——
- Thou villain, wherefore talk'st thou of a king,
- That hardly art a gentleman by birth?
- Were he a peasant, being my minion,
- I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him.
- My lord, you may not thus disparage us.
- Away, I say, with hateful Gaveston!
- And with the Earl of Kent that favours him.
- [Attendants removeKentandGaveston.
- Nay, then, lay violent hands upon your king,
- Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne:
- Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown:
- Was ever king thus over-ruled as I?
- Learn then to rule us better, and the realm.
- What we have done, our heart-blood shall maintain.
- Think you that we can brook this upstart pride?
- Anger and wrathful fury stops my speech.
- Why are you moved? be patient, my lord,
- And see what we your counsellors have done.
- My lords, now let us all be resolute,
- And either have our wills or lose our lives.
- Meet you for this? proud overbearing peers!
- Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me,
- This isle shall fleet upon the ocean,
- And wander to the unfrequented Inde.
- You know that I am legate to the pope;
- On your allegiance to the see of Rome,
- Curse him, if he refuse; and then may we
- Depose him and elect another king.
- Ay, there it goes—but yet I will not yield:
- Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can.
- Then linger not, my lord, but do it straight.
- Remember how the bishop was abused!
- Either banish him that was the cause thereof,
- Or I will presently discharge these lords
- Of duty and allegiance due to thee.
- It boots me not to threat—I must speak fair:
- The legate of the pope will be obeyed.
- My lord, you shall be Chancellor of the realm;
- Thou, Lancaster, High Admiral of the fleet;
- Young Mortimer and his uncle shall be earls;
- And you, Lord Warwick, President of the North;
- And thou of Wales. If this content you not,
- Make several kingdoms of this monarchy,
- And share it equally amongst you all,
- So I may have some nook or corner left,
- To frolic with my dearest Gaveston.
- Nothing shall alter us—we are resolved.
- Why should you love him whom the world hates so?
- Because he loves me more than all the world.
- Ah, none but rude and savage-minded men
- Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston;
- You that be noble-born should pity him.
- You that are princely-born should shake him off:
- For shame subscribe, and let the lown depart.
- Are you content to banish him the realm?
- I see I must, and therefore am content:
- Instead of ink I'll write it with my tears.
- The king is love-sick for his minion.
- 'Tis done—and now, accursèd hand, fall off!
- Give it me—I'll have it published in the streets.
- I'll see him presently despatched away.
- This will be good news to the common sort.
- Be it or no, he shall not linger here.
- [Exeunt Nobles.
- How fast they run to banish him I love!
- They would not stir, were it to do me good.
- Why should a king be subject to a priest?
- Proud Rome! that hatchest such imperial grooms,
- For these thy superstitious taper-lights,
- Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze,
- I'll fire thy crazèd buildings, and enforce
- The papal towers to kiss the lowly ground!
- With slaughtered priests make Tiber's channel swell,
- And banks raised higher with their sepulchres!
- As for the peers, that back the clergy thus,
- If I be king, not one of them shall live.
- My lord, I hear it whispered everywhere,
- That I am banished, and must fly the land.
- 'Tis true, sweet Gaveston—O! were it false!
- The legate of the Pope will have it so,
- And thou must hence, or I shall be deposed.
- But I will reign to be revenged of them;
- And therefore, sweet friend, take it patiently.
- Live where thou wilt, I'll send thee gold enough;
- And long thou shalt not stay, or if thou dost,
- Is all my hope turned to this hell of grief?
- Rend not my heart with thy too-piercing words:
- Thou from this land, I from myself am banished.
- To go from hence grieves not poor Gaveston;
- But to forsake you, in whose gracious looks
- The blessedness of Gaveston remains:
- For nowhere else seeks he felicity.
- And only this torments my wretched soul,
- That, whether I will or no, thou must depart.
- Be governor of Ireland in my stead,
- And there abide till fortune call thee home.
- Here take my picture, and let me wear thine;
- [They exchange pictures.
- O, might I keep thee here as I do this,
- Happy were I! but now most miserable!
- 'Tis something to be pitied of a king.
- Thou shalt not hence—I'll hide thee, Gaveston.
- I shall be found, and then 'twill grieve me more.
- Kind words, and mutual talk makes our grief greater:
- Therefore, with dumb embracement, let us part—
- Stay, Gaveston, I cannot leave thee thus.
- For every look, my lord drops down a tear:
- Seeing I must go, do not renew my sorrow.
- The time is little that thou hast to stay,
- And, therefore, give me leave to look my fill:
- But come, sweet friend, I'll bear thee on thy way.
- I pass not for their anger—Come, let's go;
- O that we might as well return as go.
- EnterKent and Queen Isabel.
- Fawn not on me, French strumpet! get thee gone.
- On whom but on my husband should I fawn?
- On Mortimer! with whom, ungentle queen—
- I say no more—judge you the rest, my lord.
- In saying this, thou wrong'st me, Gaveston;
- Is't not enough that thou corrupt'st my lord,
- And art a bawd to his affections,
- But thou must call mine honour thus in question?
- I mean not so; your grace must pardon me.
- Thou art too familiar with that Mortimer,
- And by thy means is Gaveston exiled;
- But I would wish thee reconcile the lords,
- Or thou shalt ne'er be reconciled to me.
- Your highness knows it lies not in my power.
- Away then! touch me not—Come, Gaveston.
- Villain! 'tis thou that robb'st me of my lord.
- Madam, 'tis you that rob me of my lord.
- Speak not unto her; let her droop and pine.
- Wherein, my lord, have I deserved these words?
- Witness the tears that Isabella sheds,
- Witness this heart, that sighing for thee, breaks,
- How dear my lord is to poor Isabel.
- And witness heaven how dear thou art to me:
- There weep: for till my Gaveston be repealed,
- Assure thyself thou com'st not in my sight.
- O miserable and distressèd queen!
- Would, when I left sweet France and was embarked,
- That charming Circe walking on the waves,
- Had changed my shape, or at the marriage-day
- The cup of Hymen had been full of poison,
- Or with those arms that twined about my neck
- I had been stifled, and not lived to see
- The king my lord thus to abandon me!
- Like frantic Juno will I fill the earth
- With ghastly murmur of my sighs and cries;
- For never doated Jove on Ganymede
- So much as he on cursèd Gaveston:
- But that will more exasperate his wrath:
- I must entreat him, I must speak him fair,
- And be a means to call home Gaveston:
- And yet he'll ever doat on Gaveston:
- And so am I for ever miserable.
- Enter the Nobles.
- Look where the sister of the king of France
- Sits wringing of her hands, and beats her breast!
- The king, I fear, hath ill-entreated her.
- Hard is the heart that injuries such a saint.
- I know 'tis 'long of Gaveston she weeps.
- Madam, how fares your grace?
- Ah, Mortimer! now breaks the king's hate forth,
- And he confesseth that he loves me not.
- Cry quittance, madam, then; and love not him.
- No, rather will I die a thousand deaths:
- And yet I love in vain—he'll ne'er love me.
- Fear ye not, madam; now his minion's gone,
- His wanton humour will be quickly left.
- O never, Lancaster! I am enjoined
- To sue upon you all for his repeal;
- This wills my lord, and this must I perform,
- For his repeal, madam! he comes not back,
- Unless the sea cast up his shipwrecked body.
- And to behold so sweet a sight as that,
- There's none here but would run his horse to death.
- But, madam, would you have us call him home?
- Ay, Mortimer, for till he be restored,
- The angry king hath banished me the court;
- And, therefore, as thou lov'st and tender'st me,
- Be thou my advocate unto these peers.
- What! would you have me plead for Gaveston?
- Plead for him that will, I am resolved.
- And so am I, my lord: dissuade the queen.
- O Lancaster! let him dissuade the king,
- For 'tis against my will he should return.
- Then speak not for him, let the peasant go.
- 'Tis for myself I speak, and not for him.
- No speaking will prevail, and therefore cease.
- Fair queen, forbear to angle for the fish
- Which, being caught, strikes him that takes it dead;
- I mean that vile torpedo, Gaveston,
- That now, I hope, floats on the Irish seas.
- Sweet Mortimer, sit down by me awhile,
- And I will tell thee reasons of such weight
- As thou wilt soon subscribe to his repeal.
- It is impossible; but speak your mind.
- Then thus, but none shall hear it but ourselves.
- [Talks toY. Mor. apart.
- My lords, albeit the queen win Mortimer,
- Will you be resolute, and hold with me?
- Not I, against my nephew.
- Fear not, the queen's words cannot alter him.
- No? do but mark how earnestly she pleads!
- And see how coldly his looks make denial!
- She smiles; now for my life his mind is changed'
- I'll rather lose his friendship, I, than grant.
- Well, of necessity it must be so.
- My lords, that I abhor base Gaveston,
- I hope your honours make no question,
- And therefore, though I plead for his repeal,
- 'Tis not for his sake, but for our avail;
- Nay for the realm's behoof, and for the king's.
- Fie, Mortimer, dishonour not thyself!
- Can this be true, 'twas good to banish him?
- And is this true, to call him home again?
- Such reasons make white black, and dark night day.
- My lord of Lancaster, mark the respect.
- In no respect can contraries be true.
- Yet, good my lord, hear what he can allege.
- All that he speaks is nothing; we are resolved.
- Do you not wish that Gaveston were dead?
- Why then, my lord, give me but leave to speak.
- But, nephew, do not play the sophister.
- This which I urge is of a burning zeal
- To mend the king, and do our country good.
- Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold,
- Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends
- As he will front the mightiest of us all?
- And whereas he shall live and be beloved,
- 'Tis hard for us to work his overthrow.
- Mark you but that, my lord of Lancaster.
- But were he here, detested as he is,
- How easily might some base slave be suborned
- To greet his lordship with a poniard,
- And none so much as blame the murderer,
- But rather praise him for that brave attempt,
- And in the chronicle enrol his name
- For purging of the realm of such a plague!
- Ay, but how chance this was not done before?
- Because, my lords, it was not thought upon.
- Nay, more, when he shall know it lies in us
- To banish him, and then to call him home,
- 'Twill make him vail the top-flag of his pride,
- And fear to offend the meanest nobleman.
- But how if he do not, nephew?
- Then may we with some colour rise in arms;
- For howsoever we have borne it out,
- 'Tis treason to be up against the king;
- So we shall have the people of our side,
- Which for his father's sake lean to the king,
- But cannot brook a night-grown mushroom,
- Such a one as my lord of Cornwall is,
- Should bear us down of the nobility.
- And when the commons and the nobles join,
- 'Tis not the king can buckler Gaveston;
- We'll pull him from the strongest hold he hath.
- My lords, if to perform this I be slack,
- Think me as base a groom as Gaveston.
- On that condition, Lancaster will grant.
- And so will Pembroke and I.
- In this I count me highly gratified,
- And Mortimer will rest at your command.
- And when this favour Isabel forgets,
- Then let her live abandoned and forlorn.
- But see, in happy time, my lord the king,
- Having brought the Earl of Cornwall on his way,
- Is new returned; this news will glad him much;
- Yet not so much as me; I love him more
- Than he can Gaveston; would he love me
- But half so much, then were I treble-blessed!
- Enter KingEdward, mourning.
- He's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn.
- Did never sorrow go so near my heart
- As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston;
- And could my crown's revenue bring him back,
- I would freely give it to his enemies,
- And think I gained, having bought so dear a friend.
- Hark! how he harps upon his minion.
- My heart is as an anvil unto sorrow,
- Which beats upon it like the Cyclops' hammers,
- And with the noise turns up my giddy brain,
- And makes me frantic for my Gaveston.
- Ah! had some bloodless fury rose from hell,
- And with my kingly sceptre struck me dead,
- When I was forced to leave my Gaveston!
- Diablo! what passions call you these?
- My gracious lord, I come to bring you news.
- That you have parled with your Mortimer?
- That Gaveston, my lord, shall be repealed.
- Repealed! the news is too sweet to be true!
- But will you love me, if you find it so?
- If it be so, what will not Edward do?
- For Gaveston, but not for Isabel.
- For thee, fair queen, if thou lov'st Gaveston;
- I'll hang a golden tongue about thy neck,
- Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good success.
- No other jewels hang about my neck
- Than these, my lord; nor let me have more wealth
- Than I may fetch from this rich treasury—
- O how a kiss revives poor Isabel!
- Once more receive my hand; and let this be
- A second marriage 'twixt thyself and me.
- And may it prove more happy than the first!
- My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair,
- That wait attendance for a gracious look,
- And on their knees salute your majesty.
- Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy king;
- And, as gross vapours perish by the sun,
- Even so let hatred with thy sovereign's smile.
- Live thou with me as my companion.
- This salutation overjoys my heart.
- Warwick shall be my chiefest counsellor:
- These silver hairs will more adorn my court
- Than gaudy silks, or rich embroidery.
- Slay me, my lord, when I offend your grace.
- In solemn triumphs, and in public shows,
- Pembroke shall bear the sword before the king.
- And with this sword Pembroke will fight for you.
- But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside?
- Be thou commander of our royal fleet;
- Or, if that lofty office like thee not,
- I make thee here Lord Marshal of the realm.
- My lord, I'll marshal so your enemies,
- As England shall be quiet, and you safe.
- And as for you, Lord Mortimer of Chirke,
- Whose great achievements in our foreign war
- Deserves no common place, nor mean reward;
- Be you the general of the levied troops,
- That now are ready to assail the Scots.
- In this your grace hath highly honoured me,
- For with my nature war doth best agree.
- Now is the king of England rich and strong,
- Having the love of his renownèd peers.
- Ay, Isabel, ne'er was my heart so light.
- Clerk of the crown, direct our warrant forth
- For Gaveston to Ireland:
- [EnterBeaumontwith warrant.]
- Beaumont, fly
- As fast as Iris or Jove's Mercury.
- It shall be done, my gracious lord.
- Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your charge.
- Now let us in, and feast it royally.
- Against our friend the Earl of Cornwall comes,
- We'll have a general tilt and tournament;
- And then his marriage shall be solemnised.
- For wot you not that I have made him sure
- Unto our cousin, the Earl of Gloucester's heir?
- Such news we hear, my lord.
- That day, if not for him, yet for my sake,
- Who in the triumph will be challenger,
- Spare for no cost; we will requite your love.
- In this, or aught your highness shall command us.
- Thanks, gentle Warwick: come, let's in and revel.
- [Exeunt. Manent theMortimers.
- Nephew, I must to Scotland; thou stayest here.
- Leave now t'oppose thyself against the king.
- Thou seest by nature he is mild and calm,
- And, seeing his mind so doats on Gaveston,
- Let him without controulment have his will.
- The mightiest kings have had their minions:
- Great Alexander loved Hephestion;
- The conquering Hercules for his Hylas wept;
- And for Patroclus stern Achilles drooped.
- And not kings only, but the wisest men:
- The Roman Tully loved Octavius;
- Grave Socrates wild Alcibiades.
- Then let his grace, whose youth is flexible,
- And promiseth as much as we can wish,
- Freely enjoy that vain, light-headed earl;
- For riper years will wean him from such toys.
- Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me;
- But this I scorn, that one so basely born
- Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert,
- And riot it with the treasure of the realm.
- While soldiers mutiny for want of pay,
- He wears a lord's revenue on his back,
- And Midas-like, he jets it in the court,
- With base outlandish cullions at his heels,
- Whose proud fantastic liveries make such show,
- As if that Proteus, god of shapes, appeared.
- I have not seen a dapper Jack so brisk;
- He wears a short Italian hooded cloak,
- Larded with pearl, and, in his Tuscan cap,
- A jewel of more value than the crown.
- While other walk below, the king and he
- From out a window laugh at such as we,
- And flout our train, and jest at our attire.
- Uncle, 'tis this makes me impatient.
- But, nephew, now you see the king is changed.
- Then so am I, and live to do him service:
- But whiles I have a sword, a hand, a heart,
- I will not yield to any such upstart.
- You know my mind; come, uncle, let's away.
- “Yet if you meet a tart antagonist,
- Or discontented rugged satirist,
- That slights your errant or his art that penned it,
- Cry Tanti!”
- So in the Prologue to Day's Isle of Gulls:—
- “Detraction he scorns, honours the best:
- Tanti for hate, thus low for all the rest.”
- “Here comes my lord
- The king and th' nobles from the parliament.
- I'll stand aside.”
- ”Bol. Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower.
- King. O good! convey! conveyers are you all.”
- “I know, my lord, many will stomach me.”
- “I'll fire his crazèd buildings and incense
- The papal towers to kiss the holy [sic] earth.”
- “There's the respect
- That makes calamity of so long life.”
- “She bears a duke's revenue on her back.”