Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE V. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
SCENE V. - 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 the King,Baldock, and YoungSpencer, flying about the stage.
- Fly, fly, my lord! the queen is over-strong;
- Her friends do multiply, and yours do fail.
- Shape we our course to Ireland, there to breathe.
- What! was I born to fly and run away,
- And leave the Mortimers conquerors behind?
- Give me my horse, and let's re'nforce our troops:
- And in this bed of honour die with fame.
- O no, my lord, this princely resolution
- Fits not the time; away! we are pursued.
- Enter Kent alone, with his sword and target.
- This way he fled, but I am come too late.
- Edward, alas! my heart relents for thee.
- Proud traitor, Mortimer, why dost thou chase
- Thy lawful king, thy sovereign, with thy sword?
- Vild wretch! and why hast thou, of all unkind,
- Borne arms against thy brother and thy king?
- Rain showers of vengeance on my cursèd head,
- Thou God, to whom in justice it belongs
- To punish this unnatural revolt!
- Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life!
- O fly him, then! but, Edmund, calm this rage,
- Dissemble, or thou diest; for Mortimer
- And Isabel do kiss, while they conspire:
- And yet she bears a face of love forsooth.
- Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate!
- Edmund, away; Bristow to Longshanks' blood
- Is false; be not found single for suspect:
- Proud Mortimer pries near unto thy walks.
- Enter the Queen,Mortimer, the Young Prince, and SirJohnHainault.
- Successful battle gives the God of kings
- To them that fight in right, and fear his wrath.
- Since then successfully we have prevailed,
- Thankèd be heaven's great architect, and you.
- Ere farther we proceed, my noble lords,
- We here create our well-belovèd son,
- Of love and care unto his royal person,
- Lord Warden of the realm, and sith the fates
- Have made his father so infortunate,
- Deal you, my lords, in this, my loving lords,
- As to your wisdoms fittest seems in all.
- Madam, without offence, if I may ask,
- How will you deal with Edward in his fall?
- Tell me, good uncle, what Edward do you mean?
- Nephew, your father: I dare not call him king.
- My lord of Kent, what needs these questions?
- 'Tis not in her controlment, nor in ours,
- But as the realm and parliament shall please,
- So shall your brother be disposèd of.—
- I like not this relenting mood in Edmund.
- Madam, 'tis good to look to him betimes.
- [Aside to the Queen.
- My lord, the Mayor of Bristow knows our mind.
- Yea, madam, and they scape not easily
- That fled the field.
- Baldock is with the king.
- A goodly chancellor, is he not, my lord?
- So are the Spencers, the father and the son.
- This Edward is the ruin of the realm.
- This, Edward, is the ruin, &c.
- [To the Prince.”
- Enter RiceapHowell, and the MayorofBristow, with the ElderSpencer prisoner.
- God save Queen Isabel, and her princely son!
- Madam, the mayor and citizens of Bristow,
- In sign of love and duty to this presence,
- Present by me this traitor to the state,
- Spencer, the father to that wanton Spencer,
- That, like the lawless Catiline of Rome,
- Revelled in England's wealth and treasury.
- Your loving care in this
- Deserveth princely favours and rewards.
- But where's the king and the other Spencer fled?
- Spencer the son, created Earl of Gloucester,
- Is with that smooth-tongued scholar Baldock gone,
- And shipped but late for Ireland with the king.
- Some whirlwind fetch them back or sink them all!
- They shall be started thence, I doubt it not.
- Shall I not see the king my father yet?
- Unhappy 's Edward, chased from England's bounds.
- Madam, what resteth, why stand you in a muse?
- I rue my lord's ill-fortune; but alas!
- Care of my country called me to this war.
- Madam, have done with care and sad complaint;
- Your king hath wronged your country and himself,
- And we must seek to right it as we may.
- Meanwhile, have hence this rebel to the block.
- Rebel is he that fights against the prince;
- So fought not they that fought in Edward's right.
- Take him away, he prates; you, Rice ap Howell,
- Shall do good service to her majesty,
- Being of countenance in your country here,
- To follow these rebellious runagates.
- We in meanwhile, madam, must take advice,
- How Baldock, Spencer, and their complices,
- May in their fall be followed to their end.
- [Exeunt omnes.