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Gav. No, threaten not, my lord, but pay them Or I will presently discharge these lords * home.

Of duty and allegiance due to thee. Were I a king

K. Edw. It boots me not to threat; I must Y. Mor. Thou, villain ! wherefore talk'st thou speak fair : of a king,

The legate of the Pope will be obey'd. — (A side. That hardly art a gentleman by birth ?

My lord, you shall be Chancellor of the realm; K. Edw. Were he a peasant, being my minion, Thou, Lancaster, High-Admiral of our fleet; I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him. Young Mortimer and his uncle shall be earls; Lan. My lord, you may not thus disparage And you, Lord Warwick, President of the North ;

And thou of Wales. If this content you not, Away, I say, with hateful Gaveston !

Make several kingdoms of this monarchy, E. Mor. And with the Earl of Kent that favours And share it equally amongst you all, him.

So I may have some nook or corner left, (Attendants remove GAVESTON and Kent.

To frolic with my dearest Gaveston. K. Edw. Nay, then, lay violent hands upon Archb. of Cant. Nothing shall alter us; we your king :

are resolv'd. Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne; Lan. Come, come, subscribe. Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown. Y. Mor. Why should you love him whom the Was ever king thus over-ruld as I?

world hates so? Lan. Learn, then, to rule us better, and the K. Edv. Because he loves me more than all realm.

the world. Y. Mor. What we have done, our heart-blood | Ah, none but rude and savage-minded men shall maintain.

Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston ! War. Think you that we can brook this up | You that bet noble-born should pity him. start('s] pride?

War. You that are princely-born should shake K. Edw. Anger and wrathful fury stops my

him off: speech.

For shame, subscribe, and let the lown I depart. Archb. of Cant. Why are you mov'd? be pa E. Mor. Urge him, my lord. tient, my lord,

Archb. of Cant. Are you content to banish And see what we your counsellors have done.

him the realm ? Y. Mor. My lords, now let us all be resolute, K. Edw. I see I must, and therefore am conAnd either have our wills, or lose our lives.

tent: K. Edw. Meet you for this, proud over-daring Instead of ink, I'll write it with my tears. peers ?

[Subecribes. Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me,

Y. Mor. The king is love-sick for his minion. This isle shall fleet * upon the ocean,

K. Edw. 'Tis done: and now, accursèd hand, And wander to the unfrequented Inde.

fall off ! Archb. of Cant. You know that I am legate to Lan. Give it me: I'll have it publish'd in the the Pope :

streets. On your allegiance to the see of Rome,

Y. Mor. I'll see him presently despatch'd away. Subscribe, as we have done, to his exile.

Arch. of Cant. Now is my heart at ease. Y. Mor. Curse him, if he refuse; and then War. And so is mine.

Pem. This will be good news to the common Depose him, and elect another king.

sort. K. Edw. Ay, there it goes ! but yet I will not E. Mor. Be it or no, he shall not linger here. yield :

(Exeunt all except Kino EDWARD. Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can. K. Edw. How fast they run to banish bim I Lan. Then linger not, my lord, but do it

love! straight.

They would not stir, were it to do me good. Archb. of Cant. Remember how the bishop was Why should a king be subject to a priest?

abus'd: Either banish him that was the cause thereof,

* lords) So 4tos 1612, 1622.—2to 1598 " Lond."

+ be) So 4to 1398.--2tos 1612, 1622, "are.* • fleet) i. e. float.

lown) Or loon,-i. e. base low fellow.

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Proud Rome, that batchest such imperial grooms,
With these thy superstitious taper-lights,
Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze,
I'll fire thy crazed buildings, and enforce
The papal towers* to kiss the lowly ground,
With slaughter'd priests maket Tiber's channel

And banks rais'd higher with their sepulchres !
As for the peers, that back the clergy thus,
If I be king, not one of them shall live.

Gav. I shall be found, and then 'twill grieve

me more. K. Edw. Kind words and mutual talk makes

our grief greater: Therefore, with dumb embracement, let us part. Stay, Gaveston; I cannot leave thee thus. Gav. For every look, my love drops* down a

tear : Seeing I must go, do not renew my sorrow. K. Edw. The time is little that thou hast to

stay, And, therefore, give me leave to look my fill. But, come, sweet friend ; I'll bear thee on thy

way. Gav. The peers will frown. K. Euw. I passt not for their anger. Come,

Re-enter GAVESTON.

let's go :

0, that we might as well return as go !

Gav. My lord, I hear it whisper'd every where, That I am banish'd and must fly the land. K. Edw. 'Tis true, sweet Gaveston : 0, were its

false! The legate of the Pope will have it so, And thou must hence, or I shall be depos'd. But I will reign to be reveng'd of them; And therefore, sweet friend, take it patiently. Live where thou wilt, I'll send thee gold enough; And long thou shalt not stay; or, if thou dost, I'll come to thee: my love shall ne'er decline.

Gav. Is all my hope turn'd to this hell of grief? K. Edr. Rend not my heart with thy too

piercing words: Thou from this land, I from myself am banish'd. Gav. To go from hence grieves not poor

Gaveston; But to forsake you, in whose gracious looks The blessedness of Gaveston remains; For no where else seeks he felicity. K. Edw. And only this torments my wretched

soul, That, whether I will or no, thou must depart. Be governor of Ireland in my stead, And there abide till fortune call thee home. Here, take my picture, and let me wear thine :

[They exchange pictures. 0, might I keep thee here, as I do this, Happy were I ! but now most miserable.

Gav. 'Tis something to be pitied of a king.
K. Edw. Thou shalt not hence ; I'll hide thee,


Enter QUEEN ISABELLA. I Q. Isab. Whither goes my lord ? K. Edw. Fawn not on me, French strumpet;

get thee gone! Q. Isab. On whom but on my husband should

I fawn ? Gav. On Mortimer; with whom, ungentle

queen, I say no more-judge you the rest, my lord. Q. Isab. In saying this, thou wrong'st me,

Gaveston : Is't not enough that thou corrupt'st my lord, And art a bawd to his affections, But thou must call mine honour thus in ques.

tion? Gav. I mean not so; your grace must pardon

me. K. Edw. Thou art too familiar with that Mor

timer, And by thy means is Gaveston exild: But I would wish thee reconcile the lords, Or thou shalt ne'er be reconcil'd to me. Q. Isab. Your highness knows, it lies not in my

K. Edw. Away, then! touch me not.—Come,

Q. Isab. Villain, 'tis thou that robb'st me of

my lord.

Gav. Madam, 'tis you that rob me of my lord.

* The papal lovers, &c.) The modern editors print Thy papal towers," &o: but, towards the end of the Mannacre al Paris, Marlowe has,Pilgre his crazed buildings, and incense

The papal lowers to kiss the holy (read "lowly ") earth." t make) Old eds. "may."

Re-enler Gaveston] Qy. “Enter Gaveston,”—a change of place being supposed here?

§ were il) So 4to 1598.—2tos 1612, 1622, "were it were it."

my love drops) Old eds. "my lord drops."

pass) i. e. care. | Enter Queen Isabella) Old eds. "Enter Edmund (i. e. Kent) and Queene Isabell": but the entrance of Kent seems to have been marked here by mistake.

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K. Edw. Speak not unto her: let her droop

and pine. Q. Isab. Wherein, my lord, have I deserv'd

these words? Witness the tears that Isabella sheds, Witness this heart, that, sighing for thee, breaks, How dear my lord is to poor

Isabel ! K. Edd. And witness heaven how dear thou

art to me! There weep; for, till my Gaveston be repeal'd, Assure thyself thou com’st not in my sight.

[Exeunt King EDWARD and GAVESTON. Q. Isab. O miserable and distressèd queen ! Would, when I left sweet France, and was em

bark'd, That charming Circe,* walking on the waves, Had chang'd my shape ! or at + the marriage day The cup of Hymen had been full of poison ! Or with those arms, that twin'd about my neck, I had been stifled, and not liv'd to see The king my lord thus to abandon me ! Like frantic Juno, will I fill the earth With ghastly murmur of my sighs and cries ; For never doted Jove on Ganymede So much as he on cursèd Gaveston : But that will more exasperate his wrath; I must entreat him, I must speak him fair, And be a means to call home Gaveston : And yet he'll ever dote on Gaveston; And so am I for ever miserable.

Y. Mor. Madam, how fares your grace?
Q. Isab. Ab, Mortimer, now breaks the king's

hate forth, And he confesseth that he loves me not! Y. Mor. Cry quittance, madam, then, and love

not him. Q. Isab. No, rather will I die a thousand deaths: And yet I love in vain ; he'll ne'er love me. Lan. Fear ye not, madam; now his minion's

gone, His wanton humour will be quickly left.

Q. Isab. O, never, Lancaster ! I am enjoin'd To sue unto you all for his repeal : This wills my lord, and this must I perform, Or else be bapish'd from his highness' presence. Lan. For his repeal, madam! he comes not

back, Unless the sea cast up his shipwreck'd body.

War. And to behold so sweet a sight as that, There's done here but would run his horse to

death. Y. Mor. But, madam, would you have us call

him home? Q. Isab. Ay, Mortimer; for, till he be restor'd, The angry king hath banish'd me the court; And, therefore, as thou lov'st and tender'st me, Be thou my advocate unto these peers. Y. Mor. What, would you have me plead for

Gaveston ? E Mor. Plead for him that will, I am resolv'd. Lan. And so am I, my lord: dissuade the

queen. Q Isab 0, Lancaster, let him dissuade the king! For 'tis against my will he should return.

War. Then speak not for him; let the peasant go.
Q. Isab. 'Tis for myself I speak, and not for

him. Pem. No speaking will prevail; * and therefore

Re-enter LANCASTER, ! WARWICK, PEMBROKE, the elder

MORTIMER, and the younger MORTIMER.

Lan. Look, where the sister of the king of

France $ Sits wringing of her hands, and beats her breast !

War. The king, I fear, hath ill-entreated her. Pem. Hard is the heart that injures such a

saint. Y. Mor. I know 'tis 'long of Gaveston she

weeps. E. Mor. Why, he is gone.


* Circe) Old eds. "Circes” (the genitive of proper names being formerly often put for the nominative). + at] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "that."

Re-enter Lancaster, &c.) Perhaps it should be merely Enter Lancaster," &c: see note I, p. 189.

§ the sister of the king of France) Gilchrist (apud Dodsley's 0. P.) queries the daughter of the king of France"? but we find afterwards in this play,

“The gentle queen, sole sister to Valois," &c. and,

“sitb th' ungeptle king
Of France refuseth to give aid of arms
To this distressed queen, his sister, here," &c.

Y. Mor. Fair queen, forbear to angle for the

fish Which, being caught, strikes him that takes it

dead; I mean that vile torpedo, Gaveston, That now, I hope, floats on the Irish scas. Q. Isab. Sweet Mortimer, sit down by me a

while, And I will tell thee reasons of such weight As thou wilt soon subscribe to his repeal.

Y. Mor. It is impossible: but speak your mind. Q. Isab. Then thus ;- but none shall hear it

but ourselves. [Talks to Y. MOR. apart.

prevail) i. e. avail

Lan. My lords, albeit the queen win Mortimer, Pem. He saith true. Will you be resolute, and hold with me?

Lan. Ay, but how chance this was not done E. Mor. Not I, against my nephew.

before? Pem. Fear not; the queen's words cannot alter Y. Mor. Because, my lords, it was not thought him.

upon. War. No? do but mark how earnestly she | Nay, more, when he shall know it lies in us pleads !

To banish him, and then to call him home, Lan. And see how coldly his looks make denial ! "Twill make him vail* the top-flag of his pride, War. She smiles : now, for my life, his mind And fear to offend the meanest nobleman. is chang'd !

E. Mor. But how if he do not, nephew ? Lan. I'll rather lose his friendship, I, than Y. Mor. Then may we with some colour rise in grant.

arms; Y. Mor. Well, of necessity it must be so.— For, howsoever we have borne it ont, My lords, that I abhor base Gaveston

'Tis treason to be up against the king; I hope your honours make no question,

So shall we have the peoj of t our side, And therefore, though I plead for his repeal, Which, for his father's sake, lean to the king, 'Tis not for his sake, but for our avail;

But cannot brook a night-grown mushroom, Nay, for the realm's behoof, and for the king's. Such a one as my Lord of Cornwall is,

Lan. Fie, Mortimer, dishonour not thyself ! Should bear us down of the nobility : Can this be true, 'twas good to banish him? And, when the commons and the nobles join, And is this true, to call him home again ?

'Tis not the king can buckler Gaveston ; Such reasons make white black, and dark night We'll pull him from the strongest hold he hath. day.

My lords, if to perform this I be clack, Y. Mor. My Lord of Lancaster, mark the Think me as base a groom as Gaveston. respect.

Lan. On that condition Lancaster will grant. Lan. In no respect can contraries be true.

War. And so will Pembroke and I. Q. Isab. Yet, good my lord, hear what he can E. Mor. And I. allege.

Y. Mor. In this I count me highly gratified, War. All that he speaks is nothing; we are And Mortimer will rest at your command. resolv'd.

Q. Isab. And when this favour Isabel forgets, Y. Mor. Do you not wish that Gaveston were Then let her live abaudon'd and forlorn.dead?

But see, in happy time, my lord the king, Pem. I would he were !

Having brought the Earl of Cornwall on his way, Y. Mor. Why, then, my lord, give me but Is new s return'd. This news will glad him leave to speak.

much : E. Mor. But, nephew, do not play the sophister. Yet not so much as me; I love him more

Y. Mor. This which I urge is of a burning zeal Than he can Gaveston : would he lov'd me To mend the king and do our country good. But half so much! then were I treble-blest. Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends

Re-enter KING EDWARD, mourning. As he will front the mightiest of us all ?

K. Edw. He's gone, and for his absence thus I And whereas + he shall live and be belov'd, 'Tis hard for us to work his overthrow.

Did never sorrow go so near my heart War. Mark you but that, my Lord of Lancaster.

As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston; Y. Mor. But, were he here, detested as he is,

And, could my crown's revenue bring him back, How easily might some base slave be suborn'd

I would freely give it to his enemies, To greet his lordship with a poniard,

And think I gain'd, having bought so dear a And none so much as blame the murderer, #

friend. But rather praise him for that brave attempt, And in the chronicle enrol his name

vail] i. e. lower. For purging of the realm of such a plague !

of) i. e. on. So 4to 1598.--2tos 1612, 1622, "on."

1 mushroom See note *, p. 173.--Here the word is a respect) i. c. consideration.

trisyllable. | rutean) 1. e. where.

$ new) So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, 1 murderer) So 4to 1598. - 2tos 1612, 1622, “murther.' "newes.'


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Q. Isab. Hark, how he barps upon his minion ! K. Edw. In solemn triumphs and in public K. Edw. My heart is as an anvil unto sorrow,

shows Which beats upon it like the Cyclops' hammers, Pembroke shall bear the sword before the king. Aud with the noise turns up my giddy brain, Pem. And with this sword Pembroke will fight And makes me frantic for my Gaveston. Ah, had some bloodless Fury rose from hell, K. Edw. But wherefore walks young Mortimer And with my kingly sceptre struck me dead,

When I was forc'd to leave my Gaveston ! Be thou commander of our royal fleet;

Lan. Diablo, what passions call you these? Or, if that lofty office like thee not,
Q. Isab. My gracious lord, I come to bring you I make thee here Lord Marshal of the realm.

Y. Mor. My lord, I'll marshal so your ene-
K. Edw. That you have parled * with your mies,

As England shall be quiet, and you safe. Q. Isab. That Gaveston, my lord, shall be re K. Edw. And as for you, Lord Mortimer of peal'd.

Chirke,t K. Edw. Repeald! the news is too sweet to be Whose great achievements in our foreign war true.

Deserve no common place nor mean reward, Q. Isab. But will you love me, if you find it so? | Be you the general of the levied troops K. Edw. If it be so, what will not Edward do? That now are ready to assail the Scots. Q. Isab. For Gaveston, but not for Isabel.

E. Mor. In this your grace hath highly honK. Edw. For thee, fair queen, if thou lov'st

our'd me, Gaveston;

For with my nature war doth best agree. I'll hang a golden tongue about thy + neck,

Q. Isab. Now is the king of England rich and Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good success.

strong, Q. Isab. No other jewels hang about my neck Having the love of his renowmèd I peers. Than these, my lord; nor let me have more K. Edw. Ay, Isabel, ne'er was my heart so wealth

light. — Than I may fetch from this rich treasury. Clerk of the crown, direct our warrant forth, O, how a kiss revives poor Isabel !

For Gaveston, to Ireland !
K. Edw. Once more receive my hand; and let
this be

Enter BEAUMONT $ vith roarrant.
A second marriage 'twixt thyself and me.
Q. Isab. And may it prove more happy than

Beaumont, fly
the first!

As fast as Iris or Jove's Mercury. My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair,

Beau. It shall be done, my gracious lord. That wait attendance for a gracious look,


K. Edw. Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your And on their knees salute your majesty.

charge. K. Edw. Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy

Now let us in, and feast it royally. king;

Against our friend the Earl of Cornwall comes And, as gross vapours perish by the sun, Even so let hatred with thy sovereign's I smile :

We'll have a general tilt and tournament;
Live thou with me as my companion.

And then his marriage shall be solemniz'd;
Lan. This salutation overjoys my heart.
K. Edw. Warwick shall be my chiefest coun * 80] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "all."
sellor :

+ Chirke) "Or Werke." GILCHRIST (apud Dodsley's

0. P. These silver hairs will more adorn my court

renowmed] Old eds. "renowned": but afterwards in Than gaudy silks or rich embroidery.

this play 4to 1598 bas, Chide me, sweet Warwick, if I go astray.

Renormed Edward, how thy name

Revives poor Gaveston!" War. Slay me, my lord, when I offend your

And see note ll, p. 11. grace.

§ Enter Beaumont, &c.) This entrance is not marked in

the old eds; and I am by no means sure that I have * parled) From parle (not from parley).

given here the right stave-direction : it is at least certain + thy) So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, “my."

that, in our early dramas, letters and papers of all sovereign's] So 4tos 1612, 1622. — 2to 1598“ sorts are sometimes supposed to be got ready with raigue."

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