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For wot you not that I have made him sure + Unto our cousin, the Earl of Glocester's heir? Lan. Such news we hear, my lord.

K. Edw. That day, if not for him, yet for my sake,

Who in the § triumph will be challenger,
Spare for no cost; we will requite your love.
War. In this or aught your highness shall
command us.

K. Edw. Thanks, gentle Warwick. Come, let's in and revel.

[Exeunt all except the elder MORTIMER and the younger MORTIMER.

E. Mor. Nephew, I must to Scotland; thou stay'st here.

Leave now to oppose thyself against the king:
Thou seest by nature he is mild and calm;
And, seeing his mind so dotes on Gaveston,
Let him without controlment have his will.
The mightiest kings have had their minions;
Great Alexander lov'd Hephæstion,

The conquering Hercules for Hylas wept,||
And for Patroclus stern Achilles droop'd:
And not kings only, but the wisest men;
The Roman Tully lov'd Octavius,
Grave Socrates wild Alcibiades.

Then let his grace, whose youth is flexible,
And promiseth as much as we can wish,
Freely enjoy that vain light-headed earl;
For riper years will wean him from such toys.
Y. Mor. Uncle, his wanton humour grieves

not me;

But this I scorn, that one so basely-born
Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert,
And riot it with the treasure of the realm,
While soldiers mutiny for want of pay.
He wears a lord's revenue on his back,¶
And, Midas-like, he jets** it in the court,
With base outlandish cullions ++ at his heels,
Whose proud fantastic liveries make such show
As if that Proteus, god of shapes, appear'd.

wot] So 4tos 1598, 1612.-2to 1622 "wrote." † made him sure] i. e. affianced him.

cousin] Equivalent here to niece. (So in Shakespeare's Hamlet, the King calls his nephew Hamlet "cousin").

the] So 4to 1598.-Not in 4tos 1612, 1622.

The conquering Hercules for Hylas wept] 2tos 1598, 1612, "The conquering Hector, for Hilas wept."-2to 1622, "The conquering Hector did for Hilas weepe."

He wears a lord's revenue on his back] So in Shakespeare's Sec. Part of King Henry VI, act 1. sc. 3,"She bears a duke's revenues on her back,"


a line, be it observed, which Shakespeare did not find in the original, The First Part of the Contention, &c.

** jets] i. e. struts.

tt cullions] i. e. abject fellows,-scoundrels.

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Seeing that our lord the Earl of Glocester's dead, Which of the nobles dost thou mean to serve?

Y. Spen. Not Mortimer, nor any of his side, Because the king and he are enemies. Baldock, learn this of me: a factious lord Shall hardly do himself good, much less us; But he that hath the favour of a king May with one word advance us while we live. The liberal Earl of Cornwall is the man On whose good fortune Spenser's hope depends. Bald. What, mean you, then, to be his follower?

Y. Spen. No, his companion; for he loves me


And would have once preferr'd me to the king. Bald. But he is banish'd; there's small hope

of him.

Y. Spen. Ay, for a while; but, Baldock, mark the end.

A friend of mine told me in secrecy
That he's repeal'd and sent for back again;
And even now a post came from the court
With letters to our lady from the king;
And, as she read, she smil'd; which makes me

It is about her lover Gaveston.

Bald. 'Tis like enough; for, since he was exll'd, She neither walks abroad nor comes in sight. But I had thought the match had been broke off, And that his banishment had chang'd her mind. Y. Spen. Our lady's first love is not wavering; My life for thine, she will have Gaveston.

*others] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "other." Enter the younger Spenser, &c.] Scene, a hall in the mansion of the Duke of Glocester.

Bald. Then hope I by her means to be preferr'd,

Having read unto her since she was a child.

Y. Spen. Then, Baldock, you must cast the scholar off,

And learn to court it like a gentleman.
'Tis not a black coat and a little band,

A velvet-cap'd cloak, fac'd before with serge,
And smelling to a nosegay all the day,
Or holding of a napkin in your hand,
Or saying a long grace at a table's end,
Or making low legs to a nobleman,

Or looking downward, with your eye-lids close, And saying, "Truly, an't may please your honour,"

Can get you any favour with great men :
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute,
And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
Bald. Spenser, thou know'st I hate such

formal + toys,

And use them but of mere hypocrisy.
Mine old lord, whiles he liv'd, was so precise,
That he would take exceptions at my buttons,
And, being like pins' heads, blame me for the

Which made me curate-like in mine attire,
Though inwardly licentious enough,
And apt for any kind of villany.

I am none of these common pedants, I,
That cannot speak without propterea quod.

Y. Spen. But one of those that saith quandoquidem,

And hath a special gift to form a verb.

Bald. Leave off this jesting; here my lady

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He wills me to repair unto the court,
And meet my Gaveston: why do I stay,
Seeing that he talks thus of my marriage-day?—
Who's there? Baldock!

See that my coach* be ready; I must hence.
Bald. It shall be done, madam.

Niece. And meet me at the park-pale presently. [Brit BALDOCK.

Spenser, stay you, and bear me company,
For I have joyful news to tell thee of;
My Lord of Cornwall is a-coming over,
And will be at the court as soon as we.

Y. Spen. I knew the king would have him home again.

Niece. If all things sort out, as I hope they will,

Thy service, Spenser, shall be thought upon. Y. Spen. I humbly thank your ladyship. Niece. Come, lead the way: I long till I am there. [Exeunt.

Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN Isabella, KENT, LANCAS TER, the younger MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, and Attendants.

K. Edw. The wind is good; I wonder why he stays:

I fear me he is wreck'd upon the sea.

Q. Isab. Look, Lancaster, how passionate § he is,

And still his mind runs on his minion!

Lan. My lord,—

K. Edw. How now! what news? is Gaveston arriv'd?

Y. Mor. Nothing but Gaveston! what means your grace?

You have matters of more weight to think upon: The king of France sets foot in Normandy.

K. Edw. A trifle! we'll expel him when we please.

But tell me, Mortimer, what's thy device
Against the stately triumph we decreed?
Y. Mor. A homely one, my lord, not worth
the telling.

* coach] "The reign of Elizabeth is generally cited as the period when coaches were introduced into England, and under that term carriages of every kind have been considered as included; but long anterior to that reign vehicles with wheels under the denomination of chairs, cars, chariots, caroches, and whirlicotes were used in England. Mr. Markland on Carriages in England. See Archæologia, vol. xx." COLLIER (apud Dodsley's 0. P.). t sort out] "i. e. succeed, or take effect. Sortir effect. Cotgrave." REED (apud Dodsley's 0. P.).

Enter King Edward, &c.] Scene, before Tynmouth Castle.

§ passionate] i. e. sorrowful

K. Edw. Pray thee, let me know it.

Y. Mor. But, seeing you are so desirous, thus it is;

A lofty cedar-tree, fair flourishing,

On whose top-branches kingly eagles perch,
And by the bark a canker creeps me up,
And gets unto the highest bough of all;
The motto, que tandem.


K. Edw. My Gaveston!

Welcome to Tynmouth! welcome to thy friend !
Thy absence made me droop and pine away;
For, as the lovers of fair Danaë,

When she was lock'd up in a brazen tower,
Desir'd her more, and wax'd outrageous,
So did it fare* with me: and now thy sight

K. Edw. And what is yours, my Lord of Is sweeter far than was thy parting hence Lancaster?

Lan. My lord, mine's more obscure than


Pliny reports, there is a flying-fish+
Which all the other fishes deadly hate,

And therefore, being pursu'd, it takes the air:
No sooner is it up, but there's a fowl
That seizeth it: this fish, my lord, I bear;
The motto this, Undique mors est.

Kent. Proud Mortimer! ungentle Lancaster!
Is this the love you bear your sovereign?
Is this the fruit your reconcilement bears?
Can you in words make show of amity,

And in your shields display your rancorous minds?

What call you this but private libelling
Against the Earl of Cornwall and my brother?
Q. Isab. Sweet husband, be content; they all

love you.

K. Edw. They love me not that hate my

I am that cedar; shake me not too much;
And you the eagles; soar ye ne'er so high,
I have the jesses § that will pull you down;
And Eque tandem shall that canker cry
Unto the proudest peer of Britainy.
Though thou compar'st him to a flying-fish,
And threaten'st death whether he rise or fall,
'Tis not the hugest monster of the sea,
Nor foulest harpy, that shall swallow him.

Y. Mor. If in his absence thus he favours him, What will he do whenas || he shall be present? Lan. That shall we see: look, where his lordship comes !

a] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-Not in 4to 1598.

flying fish] "The Exocatus. See Plinii Nat. Hist. lib. ix. 19." REED (apud Dodsley's 0. P.).

Kent] Old eds. "Edw." (a mistake for "Edm.", which is generally the prefix in the old eds. to Kent's speeches). That the present speech belongs to Kent, is proved by the last line of it,-"Against the Earl of Cornwall and my brother."

§ jesses] i. e. the short straps round the legs of the hawk, having small rings (called the varvels), to which was fastened the falconer's leash.-Old eds. "gresses" (a mistake for "gesses").

whenas] i. e. when.

Bitter and irksome to my sobbing heart.

Gav. Sweet lord and king, your speech preventeth + mine;

Yet have I words left to express my joy:
The shepherd, nipt with biting winter's rage,
Frolics not more to see the painted spring
Than I do to behold your majesty.

K. Edw. Will none of you salute my Gaveston?
Lan. Salute him! yes. - Welcome, Lord
Chamberlain !

Y. Mor. Welcome is the good Earl of Cornwall!

War. Welcome, Lord Governor of the Isle of Man!

Pem. Welcome, Master Secretary!

Kent. Brother, do you hear them?

K. Edw. Still will these earls and barons use
me thus ?

Gav. My lord, I cannot brook these injuries.
Q. Isab. Ay me, poor soul, when these begin
to jar!

K. Edw. Return it to their throats; I'll be thy

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Gav. The life of thee shall salve this foul dis-

Y. Mor. Villain, thy life! unless I miss mine

Q. Isab. Ah, furious Mortimer, what hast thou

Y. Mor. No more than I would answer, were he slain. [Exit GAVESTON with Attendants. K. Edw. Yes, more than thou canst answer,

though he live :

Dear shall you both abide this riotous deed:
Out of my presence! come not near the court.
Y. Mor. I'll not be barr'd the court for Gave-

Lan. We'll hale him by the ears unto the

K. Edw. Look to your own heads; his is sure enough.

Y. Mor. My uncle's taken prisoner by the

Lan. We'll have him ransom'd, man: be of
good cheer.

Y. Mor. They rate his ransom at five thousand

Who should defray the money but the king,
Seeing he is taken prisoner in his wars?
I'll to the king.

Lan. Do, cousin, and I'll bear thee company.
War. Meantime my Lord of Pembroke and

Will to Newcastle here, and gather head.

Y. Mor. About it, then, and we will follow you.

Lan. Be resolute and full of secrecy.

War. I warrant you. [Exit with PEMBROKE.
Y. Mor. Cousin, an if he will not ransom him,

War. Look to your own crown, if you back I'll thunder such a peal into his ears
him thus.

Kent. Warwick, these words do ill beseem thy


K. Edw. Nay, all of them conspire to cross me thus:

But, if I live, I'll tread upon their heads

That think with high looks thus to tread me

Come, Edmund, let's away, and levy men:
'Tis war that must abate these barons' pride.


War. Let's to our castles, for the king is

Y. Mor. Mov'd may he be, and perish in his
wrath !

Lan. Cousin, it is no dealing with him now;
He means to make us stoop by force of arms;
And therefore let us jointly here protest
To prosecute that Gaveston to the death.

Y. Mor. By heaven, the abject villain shall not

War. I'll have his blood, or die in seeking it.
Pem. The like oath Pembroke takes.
Lan. And so doth Lancaster.

Now send our heralds to defy the king;
And make the people swear to put him down.

Enter a Messenger.

Y. Mor. Letters! from whence?

Mes. From Scotland, my lord.

[Giving letters to MORTIMER.

Lan. Why, how now, cousin! how fare all our friends?

As never subject did unto his king.

Lan. Content; I'll bear my part. - Holla! who's there?

Enter Guard.

Y. Mor. Ay, marry, such a guard as this doth well.

Lan. Lead on the way.

Guard. Whither will your lordships?

Y. Mor. Whither else but to the king
Guard. His highness is dispos'd to be alone.
Lan. Why, so he may; but we will speak to

Guard. You may not in, my lord.

Y. Mor. May we not?


K. Edw. How now!

What noise is this? who have we there? is't
Y. Mor. Nay, stay, my lord; I come to bring
you news;

Mine uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots.
K. Edw. Then ransom him.

Lan. 'Twas in your wars; you should ransom

Y. Mor. And you shall ransom him, or else-
Kent. What, Mortimer, you will not threaten


K. Edw. Quiet yourself; you shall have the

broad seal,

To gather for him th[o]roughout the realm.

* Enter King Edward and Kent] A change of scene is supposed here-to the interior of Tynmouth-Castle.

Lan. Your minion Gaveston hath taught you this.
Y. Mor. My lord, the family of the Mortimers
Are not so poor, but, would they sell their land,
'Twould levy men enough to anger you.
We never beg, but use such prayers as these.
K. Edw. Shall I still be haunted + thus?

Lan. The northern borderers, seeing their
houses burnt,

Their wives and children slain, run up and down,
Cursing the name of thee and Gaveston.

Y. Mor. When wert thou in the field with
banner* spread,

Y. Mor. Nay, now you are here alone, I'll But once? and then thy soldiers march'd like speak my mind.

Lan. And so will I ; and then, my lord, farewell. Y. Mor. The idle_triumphs, masks, lascivious shows,

And prodigal gifts bestow'd on Gaveston,

Have drawn thy treasury dry, and made thee weak ; +


With garish robes, not armour; and thyself,
Bedaub'd with gold, rode laughing at the rest,
Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest,
Where women's favours hung like labels down.
Lan. And thereof came it that the fleering

jig; t

Maids of England,‡ sore may you mourn,

For your lemans § you have lost at Bannocksbourn,

The murmuring commons, overstretched, break. § To England's high disgrace, have made this
Lan. Look for rebellion, look to be depos'd:
Thy garrisons are beaten out of France,
And, lame and poor, lie groaning at the gates;
The wild Oneil, with swarms of Irish kerns, ||
Lives uncontroll'd within the English pale;
Unto the walls of York the Scots make road,*
And, unresisted, drive away rich spoils.

Y. Mor. The haughty Dane commands the
narrow seas,++

While in the harbour ride thy ships unrigg'd.
Lan. What foreign prince sends thee ambas-

With a heave and a ho! ||

What weeneth the king of England
So soon to have won Scotland ?—
With a rombelow!


Y. Mor. Wigmore¶ shall fly, to set my uncle free.

Lan. And, when 'tis gone, our swords shall purchase more.


Y. Mor. Who loves thee, but a sort of If you be mov'd, revenge it as you can: flatterers? Look next to see us with our ensigns spread. [Exit with Y. MORTIMER.

Lan. Thy gentle queen, sole sister to Valois, Complains that thou hast left her all forlorn.

Y. Mor. Thy court is naked, being bereft of

That make a king seem glorious to the world,
I mean the peers, whom thou shouldst dearly love;
Libels are cast again §§ thee in the street;
Ballads and rhymes made of thy overthrow.

*'Twould] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "Would." haunted] One modern editor prints "taunted."—But compare, in our author's Faustus, 4to, 1616, "shall I be haunted still?" see p. 126, sec. col.

thy treasury dry, and made thee weak] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "thy treasure drie, and made the weake." § break] So the modern editors.-Old eds. "hath."

Irish kerna] i. 3. Irish foot-soldiers of the lowest description.

¶make] Old eds. "made," and in the next line "draue"; but t present tense is obviously necessary here.

** road] i. e. iLoad.

tt The haughty Dane commands the narrow seas] So in The Third Part of K. Henry VI, act i, sc. i,-"Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas," a line retained by Shakespeare from The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of York.

sort] i. e. set.

$$ again] i. e. against. So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "against."

K. Edw. My swelling heart for ++ very anger

How oft have I been baited by these peers,
And dare not be reveng'd, for their power is


Yet, shall the crowing of these cockerels
Affright a lion? Edward, unfold thy paws,
And let their lives'-blood slake thy fury's


If I be cruel and grow tyrannous,

Now let them thank themselves, and rue too


Kent. My lord, I see your love to Gaveston

* banner] So 4tos 1598, 1612.-2to 1622 "banners." t jig i. e. ballad.

Maids of England, &c.] Taken (with very slight variations) from Fabyan's Chron. vol. ii. fol. 169, ed. 1559. § lemans] i. e. lovers.

With a heave and a ho!

With a rombelow!] Common burdens to songs: see Skelton's Works, ii. 110, ed. Dyce.

Wigmore] "Mortimer junior was of Wigmore." GILCHRIST (apud Dodsley's 0. P.).

** as] So 4tos 1598, 1612.-2to 1622 "if."

tt for] So 4tos 1598, 1612.-2to 1622 with."

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