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• Publisher's Notice
• To My Worthy Friend , Master Thomas Hammon, of Gray's Inn , &c.
• Persons Represented.
• The Jew of Malta.
• Act the First.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Act the Second.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Act the Third.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act the Fourth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act the Fifth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Edward the Second.
• Act the First.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act the Second.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Act the Third.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Act the Fourth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act the Fifth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• The Massacre At Paris.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Scene VII.
• Scene VIII.
• Scene IX.
• Scene X.
• Scene XI.
• Scene XII.
• Scene XIII.
• Scene XIV.
• Scene XV.
• Scene XVI.
• Scene XVII.
• Scene XVIII.
• Scene XIX.
• Scene XX.
• Scene XXI.
• Scene XXII.
• Scene XXIII.
• Scene XXIV.
• The Tragedy of Dido, Queen of Carthage.
• Act I.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Act II.
• Scene I.
• Act III.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene Iii
• Scene IV.
• Scene V
• Act V.
• Scene I.

SCENE IV.

Enter1 theKingandYoungSpencer.

Edw.

• O tell me, Spencer, where is Gaveston?

Spen.

• I fear me he is slain, my gracious lord.

Edw.

• No, here he comes; now let them spoil and kill.
• EnterQueen, King's Niece, Gaveston, and Nobles.
• Fly, fly, my lords, the earls have got the hold;
• Take shipping and away to Scarborough;
• Spencer and I will post away by land.

Gav.

• O stay, my lord, they will not injure you.

Edw.

• I will not trust them; Gaveston, away!

Gav.

• Farewell, my lord.

Edw.

• Lady, farewell.

Lady.

• Farewell, sweet uncle, till we meet again.

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Edw.

• Farewell, sweet Gaveston; and farewell, niece.

Queen.

• No farewell to poor Isabel thy queen?

Edw.

• Yes, yes, for Mortimer, your lover's sake.
• [Exeunt all butIsabel.

queen.

• Heaven can witness I love none but you:
• From my embracements thus he breaks away.
• O that mine arms could close this isle about,
• That I might pull him to me where I would!
• Or that these tears, that drizzle from mine eyes,
• Had power to mollify his stony heart,
• That when I had him we might never part.

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• Enter the Barons. Alarums.

Lan.

• I wonder how he scaped!

Y. Mor.

• Who's this, the queen?

Queen.

• Ay, Mortimer, the miserable queen,
• Whose pining heart her inward sighs have blasted, And body with continual mourning wasted:
• These hands are tired with haling of my lord
• From Gaveston, from wicked Gaveston,
• And all in vain; for, when I speak him fair,
• He turns away, and smiles upon his minion.

Y. Mor.

• Cease to lament, and tell us where's the king?

Queen.

• What would you with the king? is't him you seek?

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Lan.

• No, madam, but that cursèd Gaveston.
• Far be it from the thought of Lancaster
• To offer violence to his sovereign.
• We would but rid the realm of Gaveston:

Queen.

• He's gone by water unto Scarborough;
• Pursue him quickly, and he cannot scape;
• The king hath left him, and his train is small.

War.

• Foreslow1 no time, sweet Lancaster, let's march.

Y. Mor.

• How comes it that the king and he is parted?

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Queen.

• That thus1 your army, going several ways,
• Might be of lesser force: and with the power
• That he intendeth presently to raise,
• Be easily suppressed; therefore2 be gone.

Y. Mor.

• Here in the river rides a Flemish hoy;
• Let's all aboard, and follow him amain.

Lan.

• The wind that bears him hence will fill our sails:
• Come, come aboard, 'tis but an hour's sailing.

Y. Mor.

• Madam, stay you within this castle here.

Queen.

• No, Mortimer, I'll to my lord the king.

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Y. Mor.

• Nay, rather sail with us to Scarborough.

Queen.

• You know the king is so suspicious,
• As if he hear I have but talked with you,
• Mine honour will be called in question;

Y. Mor.

• Madam, I cannot stay to answer you,
• But think of Mortimer as he deserves.
• [Exeunt Barons.

Queen.

• So well hast thou deserved, sweet Mortimer,
• As Isabel could live with thee for ever.
• In vain I look for love at Edward's hand,

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• Whose eyes are fixed on none but Gaveston.
• Yet once more I'll importune him with prayer:
• If he be strange and not regard my words,
• My son and I will over into France,
• And to the king my brother there complain,
• How Gaveston hath robbed me of his love:
• But yet I hope my sorrows will have end,
• And Gaveston this blessèd day be slain.
• [Exit.

[1]Scene: the interior of Tynemouth Castle.

[1]Delay. The word occurs in 3 Henry VI., ii. 3, 1. 56; Arden of Feversham, &c.

[1]Old eds. “this.”

[2]So ed. 1622.—Eds. 1598, 1612, “and therefore.”