Than fits a prince so young as I to bear, And fear not, lord and father, Heaven's great beams Than shall your charge committed to my trust. Q. Isab. Ah, boy! this towardness makes thy mother fear Thou art not marked to many days on earth. K. Edw. 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 : And go in peace, leave us in wars at home. Q. Isab. 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 EDWARD. Enter ARUNDEL. K. Edw. What, Lord Arundel, dost thou come alone? K. Edw. 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? Arun. Neither, my lord; for as he was surprised, I did your highness' message to them all; Unto your highness, and to bring him back. K. Edw. And tell me, would the rebels deny me that? K. Edw. Yea, Spencer, traitors all. Arun. I found them at the first inexorable; The Earl of Warwick would not bide the hearing, Spake least and when they flatly had denied, I will this undertake, to have him hence, And see him re-delivered to your hands." K. Edw. Well, and how fortunes it that he came not? For being delivered unto Pembroke's men, Let them not unrevenged murder your friends! And march to fire them from their starting holes. [Rises. K. Edw. [kneeling]. 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 accursed 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. Y. Spen. My lord, here's a messenger from the barons Desires access unto your majesty. K. Edw. Admit him near. Enter the Herald, with his coat of arms. Her. Long live King Edward, England's lawful lord! K. Edw. 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. Her. 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 deads the royal vine, whose golden leaves 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. Y. Spen. Ah, traitors! will they still display their pride? And tell them I will come to chastise them [Embraces SPENCER. For murdering Gaveston; hie thee, get thee gone! Edward with fire and sword follows at thy heels. [Exit Herald. Soldiers, good hearts, defend your sovereign's right, Away! [Exeunt. Alarums, excursions, a great fight, and a Re-enter KING EDWARD, the Elder SPENCER, Young SPENCER, and K. Edw. Why do we sound retreat? upon them, lords! And do confront and countermand their king. Y. Spen. I doubt it not, my lord, right will prevail. Y. Spen. Here come the rebels. Enter Young MORTIMER, LANCASTER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, and others. Y. Mor. Look, Lancaster, yonder is Edward Among his flatterers. Lan. And there let him be Till he pay dearly for their company. War. And shall, or Warwick's sword shall smite in vain. Y. Spen. Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster ! And levy arms against your lawful king! K. Edw. For which ere long their heads shall satisfy, Y. Mor. Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last, Than banish that pernicious company? K. Edw. Ay, traitors all, rather than thus be braved, War. A desperate and unnatural resolution! Alarum! — to the fight! Saint George for England, and the barons' right. K. Edw. Saint George for England, and King Edward's right. [Alarums. Exeunt the two parties severally. SCENE III. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD Enter KING EDWARD and his followers, with the Barons and Kent, captives. K. Edw. 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, Kent. Brother, in regard of thee, and of thy land, Did they remove that flatterer from thy throne. K. Edw. So, sir, you have spoke; away, avoid our presence! Accursed wretches, was't in regard of us, I Stratagems. 2 Humbled. [Exit KENT. When we had sent our messenger to request That thou, proud Warwick, watched the prisoner, War. Tyrant, I scorn thy threats and menaces; Lan. The worst is death, and better die to live Than live in infamy under such a king. K. Edw. Away with them, my lord of Winchester! I charge you roundly-off with both their heads! War. Farewell, vain world! Lan. Sweet Mortimer, farewell. Y. Mor. England, unkind to thy nobility, Groan for this grief, behold how thou art maimed! K. Edw. Go, take that haughty Mortimer to the Tower, There see him safe bestowed; and for the rest, Do speedy execution on them all. Begone! Y. Mor. What, Mortimer! can ragged stony walls No Edward, England's scourge, it may not be; [The captive Barons are led off. K. Edw. Sound drums and trumpets! March with me, my friends, Edward this day hath crowned him king anew. [Exeunt all except Young SPENCER, LEVUNE, and BALDOCK. Y. Spen. Levune, the trust that we repose in thee, Begets the quiet of King Edward's land. Therefore begone in haste, and with advice That, therewith all enchanted. like the guard To Isabel, the queen, that now in France Makes friends, to cross the seas with her young son, Levune. That's it these barons and the subtle queen 1 Rule. |