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SCENE IV. - 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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- O tell me, Spencer, where is Gaveston?
- I fear me he is slain, my gracious lord.
- 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.
- O stay, my lord, they will not injure you.
- I will not trust them; Gaveston, away!
- Farewell, sweet uncle, till we meet again.
- Farewell, sweet Gaveston; and farewell, niece.
- No farewell to poor Isabel thy queen?
- Yes, yes, for Mortimer, your lover's sake.
- [Exeunt all butIsabel.
- 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.
- Enter the Barons. Alarums.
- 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.
- Cease to lament, and tell us where's the king?
- What would you with the king? is't him you seek?
- 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:
- He's gone by water unto Scarborough;
- Pursue him quickly, and he cannot scape;
- The king hath left him, and his train is small.
- Foreslow no time, sweet Lancaster, let's march.
- How comes it that the king and he is parted?
- That thus your army, going several ways,
- Might be of lesser force: and with the power
- That he intendeth presently to raise,
- Be easily suppressed; therefore be gone.
- Here in the river rides a Flemish hoy;
- Let's all aboard, and follow him amain.
- The wind that bears him hence will fill our sails:
- Come, come aboard, 'tis but an hour's sailing.
- Madam, stay you within this castle here.
- No, Mortimer, I'll to my lord the king.
- Nay, rather sail with us to Scarborough.
- You know the king is so suspicious,
- As if he hear I have but talked with you,
- Mine honour will be called in question;
- Madam, I cannot stay to answer you,
- But think of Mortimer as he deserves.
- [Exeunt Barons.
- 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,
- 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.