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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EnterMatrevis and Gurneywith theKing.
- My lord, be not pensive, we are your friends;
- Men are ordained to live in misery,
- Therefore come,—dalliance dangereth our lives.
- Friends, whither must unhappy Edward go?
- Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest?
- Must I be vexèd like the nightly bird,
- Whose sight is loathsome to all wingèd fowls?
- When will the fury of his mind assuage?
- When will his heart be satisfied with blood?
- If mine will serve, unbowel straight this breast,
- And give my heart to Isabel and him;
- Not so, my liege, the queen hath given this charge
- To keep your grace in safety;
- Your passions make your dolours to increase.
- This usage makes my misery to increase.
- But can my air of life continue long
- When all my senses are annoyed with stench?
- Within a dungeon England's king is kept,
- Where I am starved for want of sustenance.
- My daily diet is heart-breaking sobs,
- That almost rent the closet of my heart;
- Thus lives old Edward not relieved by any,
- And so must die, though pitièd by many.
- O, water, gentle friends, to cool my thirst,
- And clear my body from foul excrements!
- Here's channel water, as your charge is given;
- Sit down, for we'll be barbers to your grace.
- Traitors, away! what, will you murder me,
- Or choke your sovereign with puddle water?
- But wash your face, and shave away your beard,
- Lest you be known and so be rescuèd.
- Why strive you thus? your labour is in vain?
- The wren may strive against the lion's strength.
- But all in vain: so vainly do I strive
- To seek for mercy at a tyrant's hand.
- [They wash him with puddle water, and shave his beard away.
- Immortal powers! that knows the painful cares
- That waits upon my poor distressèd soul!
- O level all your looks upon these daring men,
- That wrongs their liege and sovereign, England's king.
- O Gaveston, 'tis for thee that I am wronged,
- For me, both thou and both the Spencers died!
- And for your sakes a thousand wrongs I'll take.
- The Spencers' ghosts, wherever they remain,
- Wish well to mine; then tush, for them I'll die.
- 'Twixt theirs and yours shall be no enmity.
- Come, come away; now put the torches out,
- We'll enter in by darkness to Killingworth.
- Gur, How now, who comes there?
- Guard the king sure; it is the Earl of Kent
- Enter Soldiers.
- O gentle brother, help to rescue me!
- Keep them asunder; thrust in the king.
- Soldiers, let me but talk to him one word.
- Lay hands upon the earl for his assault.
- Lay down your weapons, traitors, yield the king.
- Edmund, yield thou thyself, or thou shalt die.
- Base villains, wherefore do you gripe me thus!
- Bind him and so convey him to the court.
- Where is the court but here? here is the king;
- And I will visit him; why stay you me?
- The court is where Lord Mortimer remains;
- Thither shall your honour go; and so farewell.
- [ExeuntMatrevis and Gurney, with the King. Kent and the Soldiers remain.
- O miserable is that commonweal,
- Where lords keeps courts, and kings are locked in prison
- Wherefore stay we? on, sirs, to the court.
- Ay, lead me whither you will, even to my death,
- Seeing that my brother cannot be released