Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE III. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
SCENE III. - 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 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.
ACT THE FOURTH.