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SCENE II. - 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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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.
- “I know, my lord, many will stomach me.”