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ACT THE THIRD. - 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 THIRD.
EnterGavestonmourning, James, and theEarl OfPembroke'S Men.
- O treacherous Warwick! thus to wrong thy friend.
- I see it is your life these arms pursue.
- Weaponless must I fall, and die in bands?
- O! must this day be period of my life?
- Centre of all my bliss! An ye be men,
- Speed to the king.
- EnterWarwickand his company.
- My lord of Pembroke's men,
- Strive you no longer—I will have that Gaveston.
- Your lordship does dishonour to yourself,
- And wrong our lord, your honourable friend.
- No, James, it is my country's cause I follow.
- Go, take the villain; soldiers, come away.
- We'll make quick work. Commend me to your master,
- My friend, and tell him that I watched it well.
- Come, let thy shadow parley with King Edward.
- Treacherous earl, shall I not see the king?
- The king of Heaven perhaps, no other king.
- Away! [ExeuntWarwickand his Men withGaveston.
- Come, fellows, it booted not for us to strive,
- We will in haste go certify our lord.
EnterKingEdwardandYoungSpencer, Baldock, and Nobles of the king's side, with drums and fifes.
- I long to hear an answer from the barons
- Touching my friend, my dearest Gaveston.
- Ah! Spencer, not the riches of my realm
- Can ransom him! ah, he is marked to die!
- I know the malice of the younger Mortimer,
- Warwick I know is rough, and Lancaster
- Inexorable, and I shall never see
- My lovely Pierce of Gaveston again!
- The barons overbear me with their pride.
- Were I King Edward, England's sovereign,
- Son to the lovely Eleanor of Spain,
- Great Edward Longshanks' issue, would I bear
- These braves, this rage, and suffer uncontrolled
- These barons thus to beard me in my land,
- In mine own realm? My lord, pardon my speech:
- Did you retain your father's magnanimity,
- Did you regard the honour of your name,
- You would not suffer thus your majesty
- Be counterbuft of your nobility.
- Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles!
- No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest,
- As by their preachments they will profit much,
- And learn obedience to their lawful king.
- Yea, gentle Spencer, we have been too mild,
- Too kind to them; but now have drawn our sword,
- And if they send me not my Gaveston,
- We'll steel it on their crest, and poll their tops.
- This haught resolve becomes your majesty
- Not to be tied to their affection,
- As though your highness were a schoolboy still,
- And must be awed and governed like a child.
- EnterHughSpencer, father to theYoungSpencer, with his truncheon and Soldiers.
- Long live my sovereign, the noble Edward—
- In peace triumphant, fortunate in wars!
- Welcome, old man, com'st thou in Edward's aid?
- Then tell thy prince of whence, and what thou art.
- Lo, with a band of bowmen and of pikes,
- Brown bills and targeteers, four hundred strong,
- Sworn to defend King Edward's royal right,
- I come in person to your majesty,
- Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there,
- Bound to your highness everlastingly,
- For favour done, in him, unto us all.
- True, an it like your grace,
- That pours, in lieu of all your goodness shown,
- His life, my lord, before your princely feet.
- Welcome ten thousand times, old man, again.
- Spencer, this love, this kindness to thy king,
- Argues thy noble mind and disposition.
- Spencer, I here create thee Earl of Wiltshire,
- And daily will enrich thee with our favour,
- That, as the sunshine, shall reflect o'er thee.
- Beside, the more to manifest our love,
- Because we hear Lord Bruce doth sell his land,
- And that the Mortimers are in hand withal,
- Thou shalt have crowns of us t' outbid the barons:
- And, Spencer, spare them not, lay it on.
- My lord, here comes the queen.
- Enter theQueenand her Son, andLevune, a Frenchman.
- News of dishonour, lord, and discontent.
- Our friend Levune, faithful and full of trust,
- Informeth us, by letters and by words,
- That Lord Valois our brother, King of France,
- Because your highness hath been slack in homage,
- Hath seizèd Normandy into his hands.
- Welcome, Levune. Tush, Sib, if this be all,
- Valois and I will soon be friends again.—
- But to my Gaveston; shall I never see,
- Never behold thee now? —Madam, in this matter,
- We will employ you and your little son;
- You shall go parley with the King of France.
- Boy, see you bear you bravely to the king,
- And do your message with a majesty.
- Commit not to my youth things of more weight
- Than fits a prince so young as I to bear,
- And fear not, lord and father, heaven's great beams
- On Atlas' shoulder shall not lie more safe,
- Ah, boy! this towardness makes thy mother fear
- Thou art not marked to many days on earth.
- Madam, we will that you with speed be shipped,
- And this our son; Levune shall follow you
- With all the haste we can despatch him hence.
- Choose of our lords to bear you company;
- Unnatural wars, where subjects brave their king;
- God end them once! My lord, I take my leave,
- To make my preparation for France.
- [Exit with Prince.
- What, Lord Arandel, dost thou come alone?
- Yea, my good lord, for Gaveston is dead.
- Ah, traitors! have they put my friend to death?
- Tell me, Arundel, died he ere thou cam'st,
- Or didst thou see my friend to take his death?
- Neither, my lord; for as he was surprised,
- Begirt with weapons and with enemies round,
- I did your highness' message to them all;
- Demanding him of them, entreating rather,
- And said, upon the honour of my name,
- That I would undertake to carry him
- Unto your highness, and to bring him back.
- And tell me, would the rebels deny me that?
- Yea, Spencer, traitors all.
- I found them at the first inexorable;
- The Earl of Warwick would not bide the hearing,
- Mortimer hardly; Pembroke and Lancaster
- Spake least: and when they flatly had denied,
- Refusing to receive me pledge for him,
- The Earl of Pembroke mildly thus bespake;
- “My lords, because our sovereign sends for him,
- And promiseth he shall be safe returned,
- I will this undertake, to have him hence,
- And see him re-delivered to your hands.”
- Well, and how fortunes [it] that he came not?
- Some treason, or some villany, was the cause.
- The Earl of Warwick seized him on his way;
- For being delivered unto Pembroke's men,
- Their lord rode home thinking his prisoner safe;
- But ere he came, Warwick in ambush lay,
- And bare him to his death; and in a trench
- Strake off his head, and marched unto the camp.
- A bloody part, flatly against law of arms.
- O shall I speak, or shall I sigh and die!
- My lord, refer your vengeance to the sword
- Upon these barons; hearten up your men;
- Let them not unrevenged murder your friends!
- Advance your standard, Edward, in the field,
- And march to fire them from their starting-holes.
- By earth, the common mother of us all,
- By heaven, and all the moving orbs thereof,
- By this right hand, and by my father's sword,
- And all the honours 'longing to my crown,
- I will have heads, and lives for him, as many
- As I have manors, castles, towns, and towers!
- Treacherous Warwick! traitorous Mortimer!
- If I be England's king, in lakes of gore
- Your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail,
- That you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood,
- And stain my royal standard with the same,
- That so my bloody colours may suggest
- Remembrance of revenge immortally
- On your accursèd traitorous progeny,
- You villains, that have slain my Gaveston!
- And in this place of honour and of trust,
- Spencer, sweet Spencer, I adopt thee here;
- And merely of our love we do create thee
- Earl of Gloucester, and Lord Chamberlain,
- Despite of times, despite of enemies.
- My lord, here is a messenger from the barons
- Desires access unto your majesty.
- Admit him near.
- Enter the Herald from the Barons, with his coat of arms.
- Long live King Edward, England's lawful lord!
- So wish not they, I wis, that sent thee hither.
- Thou com'st from Mortimer and his complices,
- A ranker rout of rebels never was.
- Well, say thy message.
- The barons up in arms, by me salute
- Your highness with long life and happiness;
- And bid me say, as plainer to your grace,
- That if without effusion of blood
- You will this grief have ease and remedy,
- That from your princely person you remove
- This Spencer, as a putrifying branch,
- That deads the royal vine, whose golden leaves
- Empale your princely head, your diadem,
- Whose brightness such pernicious upstarts dim,
- Say they; and lovingly advise your grace,
- To cherish virtue and nobility,
- And have old servitors in high esteem,
- And shake off smooth dissembling flatterers:
- This granted, they, their honours, and their lives,
- Are to your highness vowed and consecrate.
- Ah, traitors! will they still display their pride?
- Away, tarry no answer, but be gone!
- Rebels, will they appoint their sovereign
- His sports, his pleasures, and his company?
- Yet, ere thou go, see how I do divorce
- Spencer from me.—Now get thee to thy lords,
- And tell them I will come to chastise them
- For murdering Gaveston; hie thee, get thee gone!
- Edward with fire and sword follows at thy heels.
- My lord[s], perceive you how these rebels swell?
- Soldiers, good hearts, defend your sovereign's right,
- For now, even now, we march to make them stoop.
- [Exeunt. Alarums, excursions, a great fight, and a retreat.
Enter theKing, ElderSpencer, YoungSpencer, and the Noblemen of theKing'Sside.
- Why do we sound retreat? upon them, lords!
- This day I shall pour vengeance with my sword
- On those proud rebels that are up in arms,
- I doubt it not, my lord, right will prevail.
- 'Tis not amiss, my liege, for either part
- To breathe awhile; our men, with sweat and dust
- All choked well near, begin to faint for heat;
- And this retire refresheth horse and man.
- Here come the rebels.
- EnterYoungMortimer, Lancaster, Warwick, Pembroke, &c.
- Look, Lancaster, yonder is Edward
- Among his flatterers.
- And there let him be
- Till he pay dearly for their company.
- And shall, or Warwick's sword shall smite in vain.
- What, rebels, do you shrink and sound retreat?
- No, Edward, no, thy flatterers faint and fly.
- They'd best betimes forsake thee, and their trains,
- For they'll betray thee, traitors as they are.
- Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster!
- Away, base upstart, bravest thou nobles thus?
- A noble attempt, and honourable deed,
- Is it not, trow ye, to assemble aid,
- And levy arms against your lawful king!
- For which ere long their heads shall satisfy,
- To appease the wrath of their offended king.
- Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last,
- And rather bathe thy sword in subjects' blood,
- Than banish that pernicious company?
- Ay, traitors all, rather than thus be braved,
- Make England's civil towns huge heaps of stones,
- And ploughs to go about our palace-gates.
- A desperate and unnatural resolution!
- Alarum!-to the fight!
- St. George for England, and the barons' right.
- St. George for England, and King Edward's right.
- [Alarums. Exeunt.
- Re-enterEdwardand his followers, with the Barons andKent, captives.
- Now, lusty lords, now, not by chance of war,
- But justice of the quarrel and the cause,
- Vailed is your pride; methinks you hang the heads,
- But we'll advance them, traitors; now 'tis time
- To be avenged on you for all your braves,
- And for the murder of my dearest friend,
- To whom right well you knew our soul was knit,
- Good Pierce of Gaveston, my sweet favourite
- Ah, rebels! recreants! you made him away.
- Brother, in regard of thee, and of thy land,
- Did they remove that flatterer from thy throne.
- So, sir, you have spoke; away, avoid our presence.
- Accursèd wretches, was't in regard of us,
- When we had sent our messenger to request
- He might be spared to come to speak with us,
- And Pembroke undertook for his return,
- That thou, proud Warwick, watched the prisoner,
- Poor Pierce, and headed him 'gainst law of arms?
- For which thy head shall overlook the rest,
- As much as thou in rage outwent'st the rest.
- Tyrant, I scorn thy threats and menaces;
- It is but temporal that thou canst inflict.
- The worst is death, and better die to live
- Than live in infamy under such a king.
- Away with them, my lord of Winchester!
- These lusty leaders, Warwick and Lancaster,
- I charge you roundly—off with both their heads!
- Sweet Mortimer, farewell.
- England, unkind to thy nobility,
- Go, take that haughty Mortimer to the Tower,
- There see him safe bestowed; and for the rest,
- Do speedy execution on them all.
- What, Mortimer! can ragged stony walls
- Immure thy virtue that aspires to heaven?
- No, Edward, England's scourge, it may not be;
- Mortimer's hope surmounts his fortune far.
- [The captive Barons are led off.
- Sound drums and trumpets! March with me,
- my friends,
- Edward this day hath crowned him king anew.
- [Exeunt all except YoungSpencer,Levune, and Baldock.
- Levune, the trust that we repose in thee,
- Begets the quiet of King Edward's land.
- Therefore begone in haste, and with advice
- Bestow that pleasure on the lords of France,
- That, therewith all enchanted, like the guard
- That suffered Jove to pass in showers of gold
- To Danae, all aid may be denied
- To Isabel, the queen, that now in France
- Makes friends, to cross the seas with her young son,
- And step into his father's regiment.
- That's it these barons and the subtle queen Long levelled at.
- Yea, but, Levune, thou seest
- These barons lay their heads on blocks together;
- What they intend, the hangman frustrates clean.
- Have you no doubt, my lords, I'll clap so close
- Among the lords of France with England's gold,
- That Isabel shall make her plaints in vain,
- Then make for France, amain—Levune,
- Proclaim King Edward's wars and victories.
- [Exeunt omnes.