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SCENE V. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 [1593]

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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.

Part of: The Works of Christopher Marlowe, 3 vols.

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SCENE V.

Enter1MatrevisandGurney.

Mat.

  • Gurney, I wonder the king dies not,
  • Being in a vault up to the knees in water,
  • To which the channels of the castle run,
  • From whence a damp continually ariseth,
  • That were enough to poison any man,
  • Much more a king brought up so tenderly.

Gur.

  • And so do I, Matrevis: yesternight
  • I opened but the door to throw him meat,

Mat.

  • He hath a body able to endure

    10

  • More than we can inflict: and therefore now
  • Let us assail his mind another while.

Gur.

  • Send for him out thence, and I will anger him.

Mat.

  • But stay, who's this?
  • EnterLightborn.

Light.

  • My Lord Protector greets you.

Gur.

  • What's here? I know not how to construe it.

Mat.

  • Gurney, it was left unpointed for the nonce;
  • Edwardum occidere nolite timere,
  • That's his meaning.

    18

Light.

  • Know ye this token? I must have the king.

Mat.

  • Ay, stay awhile, thou shalt have answer straight.
  • This villain's sent to make away the king.
  • [Aside.

Gur.

  • I thought as much.
  • [Aside.

Mat.

  • And when the murder's done,
  • See how he must be handled for his labour.
  • Pereat iste! Let him have the king.
  • [Aside
  • What else? here is the keys, this is the lake,1
  • Do as you are commanded by my lord.

Light.

  • I know what I must do; get you away.
  • Yet be not far off, I shall need your help;
  • See that in the next room I have a fire,
  • And get me a spit, and let it be red-hot.

    30

Mat.

  • Very well.

Gur.

  • Need you anything besides?

Light.

  • What else? A table and a feather-bed.

Gur.

  • That's all?

Light.

  • Ay, ay; so, when I call you, bring
  • It in.

Mat.

  • Fear not thou that.

Gur.

  • Here's a light,
  • To go into the dungeon.
  • [Gives light, and exit withMatrevis.

Light.

  • So2 now
  • Must I about this gear;3 ne'er was there any
  • So finely handled as this king shall be.
  • Foh, here's a place indeed, with all my heart!

Edw.

  • Who's there? what light is that? wherefore com'st thou?

Light.

  • To comfort you, and bring you joyful news.

    40

Edw.

  • Small comfort finds poor Edward in thy looks.
  • Villain, I know thou com'st to murder me.

Light.

  • To murder you, my most gracious lord!
  • Far is it from my heart to do you harm.
  • The queen sent me to see how you were used,
  • For she relents at this your misery:
  • And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears,
  • To see a king in this most piteous state?

Edw.

  • Weep'st thou already? list awhile to me.
  • And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is,

    50

  • Or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus,
  • Yet will it melt, ere I have done my tale.
  • This dungeon where they keep me is the sink
  • Wherein the filth of all the castle falls.

Light.

  • O villains!

Edw.

  • And there in mire and puddle have I stood
  • This ten days' space; and, lest that I should sleep,
  • One plays continually upon a drum.
  • They give me bread and water, being a king;
  • So that, for want of sleep and sustenance,

    60

  • My mind's distempered, and my body's numbed,
  • And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
  • O, would my blood dropped out from every vein,
  • As doth this water from my tattered1 robes.
  • Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus,
  • When for her sake I ran at tilt in France,
  • And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont.

Light.

  • O speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart.
  • Lie on this bed,1 and rest yourself awhile.

Edw.

  • These looks of thine can harbour nought but death:

    70

  • I see my tragedy written in thy brows.
  • Yet stay; awhile forbear thy bloody hand,
  • And let me see the stroke before it comes,
  • That2 even then when I shall lose my life,
  • My mind may be more steadfast on my God.

Light.

  • What means your highness to mistrust me thus?

Edw.

  • What mean'st thou to dissemble with me thus?

Light.

  • These hands were never stained with innocent blood,
  • Nor shall they now be tainted with a king's.

    79

Edw.

  • Forgive my thought3 for having such a thought.
  • One jewel have I left; receive thou this. [Giving jewel
  • Still fear I, and I know not what's the cause,
  • But every joint shakes as I give it thee.
  • O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart,
  • Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul!
  • Know that I am a king: O! at that name
  • I feel a hell of grief; where is my crown?
  • Gone, gone; and do I remain alive?4

Light.

  • You're overwatched, my lord; lie down and rest.

Edw.

  • But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep;

    90

  • For not these ten days have these eyes' lids1 closed.
  • Now as I speak they fall, and yet with fear
  • Open again. O wherefore sitt'st thou here?

Light.

  • If you mistrust me, I'll begone, my lord.

Edw.

  • No, no, for if thou mean'st to murder me,
  • Thou wilt return again, and therefore stay.
  • [Sleeps.

Light.

  • He sleeps.

Edw.

  • [awakes]. O let me not die yet;2 stay, O stay a while!

Light.

  • How now, my lord?

Edw.

  • Something still buzzeth in mine ears,

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  • And tells me if I sleep I never wake;
  • This fear is that which makes me tremble thus.

Light.

  • To rid thee of thy life.—Matrevis, come!
  • EnterMatrevisandGurney.

Edw.

  • I am too weak and feeble to resist:
  • Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul.

Light.

  • Run for the table.

Edw.

  • O spare me, or despatch me in a trice.

Light.

  • So, lay the table down, and stamp on it,
  • But not too hard, lest that you bruise his body.

    110

  • [King Edwardis murdered.

Mat.

  • I fear me that this cry will raise the town,
  • And therefore, let us take horse and away.

Light.

  • Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely done?

Gur.

  • Excellent well: take this for thy reward.
  • [GurneystabsLightborn.
  • Come, let us cast the body in the moat,
  • And bear the king's to Mortimer our lord:
  • Away!
  • [Exeunt with the bodies.

[1]Scene: Berkeley Castle.

[1]I.e., the dungeon full of mire and puddle. But perhaps we should read “lock.”

[2]A curtain is drawn and the king is discovered in the dungeon.

[3]Business.

[1]So eds. 1598, 1612.—Ed. 1622 “tottered”

[1]The feather-bed mentioned in l. 32. “It was no doubt thrust upon the stage from the wing after the exit of Gurney and Matrevis.”—Dyce

[2]Old eds. “That and even.”

[3]Mr. Fleay would read “fau't” (i.e. fault), comparing Richard III., ii, 1, 104:—“His fault was thought.”

[4]So ed. 1598.—Omitted in eds. 1612, 1622.

[1]So eds. 1598, 1612 (“eies-lids”).—Ed. 1622 “eye lids.”

[2]Eds. 1598, 1612, “O let me not die, yet stay, O stay a while.” Ed. 1622, “O let me not die yet! O stay a while” (and so Dyce). Mr. Fleay prints:—>

  • “Oh!
  • Let me not die yet; stay, oh stay a while.”