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Kent. Sir John of Hainault, pardon us, I pray: What now remains ? have you proclainid, my These comforts that you give our woful queen
lord, Bind us in kindness all at your command. Reward for them can bring in Mortimer? Q. Isab. Yea, gentle brother :-and the God of Y. Spen. My lord, we have; and, if he be in heaven
England, Prosper your happy motion, good Sir John !
'A will be had ere long, I doubt it not. Y. Mor. This noble gentleman, forward in K. Edw. If, dost thou say ? Spenser, as true as arms,
death, Was born, I see, to be our anchor-hold.
He is in * England's ground: our port-masters Sir John of Hainault, be it thy renown,
Are not so careless of their king's command.
Enter a Messenger.
How now! what news with thee? from whence
come these? That England's peers may Hainault's welcome
Mes. Letters, my lord, and tidings forth of
To you, my Lord of Glocester, from Levune. Inter KING EDWARD", ARUNDEL, the elder SPENSER, the
(Gives letters to Y. SPENSER. younger SPENSER, and others.
K. Edw. Read. K. Edw. Thus, after many threats of wrathful
Y. Spen. [reading.] My duty to your honour war,
premised, &c., I have, according to instructions Triumpheth England's Edward with his friends,
in that behalf, dealt with the King of France his And triumph Edward with his friends uncon
lords, and effected that the queen, all discontened trollid !
and discomforted, is gone : whither, if you ask, My Lord of Glocester, do you hear the news ?
with Sir John of Hainault, brother to the marques, Y. Spen. What news, my lord ? K. Edw. Why, man, they say there is great and the Lord Mortimer, having in their company
into Flanders. With them are gone Lord Edmund execution
divers of your nation, and others; and, as constant Done through the realm.—My Lord of Arundel,
report goeth, they intend to give King Edward You have the note, have you not?
battle in England, sooner than he can look for Arun. From the Lieutenant of the Tower, my
them. This is all the news of import. lord.
Your honour's in all service, Levune. K. Edr. I pray, let us see it. (Takes the note
K. Edw. Ah, villains, hath that Mortimer from Arun.)—What have we there?
escap'd ? Read it, Spenser.
With him is Edmund gone associate ? [Gives the note to young SPENSER, who reads their
And will Sir John of Hainault lead the round? names.t Why, so: they bark'd apace a month I ago;
Welcome, o' God's name, madam, and your son ! Now, on my life, they'll neither bark nor bite.
England shall welcome you and all your rout.+ Now, sirs, the news from France ? Glocester, 1 Gallop apace, bright Phæbus,f through the sky; trow,
And, dusky Night, in rusty iron car, The lords of France love England's gold so
Between you both shorten the time, I pray, well
That I may see that most desired day,
When we may meet these traitors in the field !
Is thus misled to countenance their ills !
* Gallop apace, bright Phæbus, &c.) A recollection of their names) i. e. the names of those executed. — It this passage may be traced in the following lines of must be remembered that this play, like most of the Shakespeare's Romeo and Julie, act iii. sc. 2; early dramas which we possess, was first printed from
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, tiie prompter's copy.
Towards Phæbus' lodging : such a waggoner I a month] So 4to 1598.—2tos 1612, 1622, "not long."
As Phaeton would whip you to the west, § Isabella) Old eds. “Isabell.”
And bring in cloudy night immediately."
Come, friends, to Bristow, there to make us Her friends do multiply, and yours do fail. strong :
Shape we our course to Ireland, there to breathe. And, winds, as equal be to bring them in,
K. Edw. What, was I born to fly and run As you injurious were to bear them forth !
away, (Exeunt. And leave the Mortimers conquerors behind ?
Give me my horse, and let's reinforce* our troops, Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, * PRINCE EDWARD, KENT, the
And in this bed of honour die with fame. younger MORTIMER, and SIR JOHN OF HAINAULT.
Bald. O, no, my lord ! this princely resolution Q. Isab. Now, lords, our loving friends and
Fits not the time: away! we are pursu'd. countrymen,
(Exeunt. Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds ! Our kindest friends in Belgia have we left,
Bnter KENT, with a sword and target. To cope with friends at home; a heavy case
Kent. This way he fled; but I am come too When force to force is knit, and sword and glaive
late. In civil broils make kin and countrymen
Edward, alas, my heart relents for thee ! Slaughter themselves in others, and their sides
Proud traitor, Mortimer, why dost thou chase With their own weapons gor'd! But what's the
Thy lawful king, thy sovereign, with thy sword ? help?
Vilet wretch, and why hast thou, of all unkind, Misgovern'd kings are cause of all this wreck;
Borne arms against thy brother and thy king ? And, Edward, thou art one among them all, Rain showers of vengeance on my cursed head, Whose looseness hath betray'd thy land to spoil, Thou God, to whom in justice it belongs Who made the channelt overflow with blood
To punish this unnatural revolt! Of thine own people: patron shouldst thou be;
Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life: But thou
O, fly him, then ! But, Edmund, calm this Y. Mor. Nay, madam, if you be a warrior,
And yet she bears a face of love, forsooth :
Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate ! All homage, fealty, and forwardness;
Edmund, away! Bristow to Longshanks' blood And for the open wrongs and injuries
Is false ; be not found single for suspect :
Proud Mortimer pries near into thy walks.
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, the younger
MORTIMER, and Sir JOHN OF HAINAULT.
Q. Isab. Successfulf battle gives the God of Sir J. Sound trumpets, my lord, and forward
kings let us march.
To them that fight in right, and fear his wrath. Edward will think we come to flatter him.
Since, then, successfully we have prevailid, Kent. I would he never had been flatter'd
Thanked be heaven's great architect, and you ! more !
Ere farther we proceed, my noble lords,
We here create our well-beloved son,
Of love and care unto his royal person,
Lord Warden of the realm; and, sith § the Y. Spen. Fly, fly, my lord ! the queen is over
Have made his father so infortunatell
* Enter Queen Isabella, &c.] Scene, near Harwich. channel] i.e. kennel.
sith) i. e. since. The following "that" should perhaps be omitted.
these] Altered by the modern editors to "those": but formerly the words were frequently confounded.
| Enter King Edward, &c.] Scene, near Bristol.
* reinforce] Spelt in the old eds. "re'nforce" (which shews how it was intended to be pronounced).
Vile) Old eds.“ Vilde." See note I, p. 68. * Successful] So 4to 1622.—2tos 1598, 1612, “Success. fulls."
$ sith) i. e. since.
Il infortunate] So 4tos 1598, 1612.-2to 1622 “vnfortunate."
Deal you, my lords, in this, my loving lords, P. Edw. Shall I not see the king my father As to your wisdoms fittest seems in all.
yet? Kent. Madam, without offence if I may ask, Kent. Unhappy* Edward, chas'd from Eng. How will you deal with Edward in his fall?
land's bounds !
(Aside. P. Edw. Tell me, good uncle, what Edward do Sir J. Madam, what resteth? why stand you
in a mnuse ? Kent. Nephew, your father; I dare not call Q. Isab. I rue my lord's ill-fortune: but, alas, him king.
Care of my country call'd me to this war ! Y. Mor. My Lord of Kent, what needs these Y. Mor. Madam, bave done with care and sad questions?
complaint: 'Tis not in her controlment nor in ours;
Your king bath wrong'd your country and him. But as the realm and parliament shall please,
self, So shall your brother be disposed of.
And we must seek to right it as we may.I like not this relenting mood in Edmund: Meanwhile have hence this rebel to the block. Madam, 'tis good to look to him betimes.
E. Spen. Rebel is he that fights against the [Aside to the Queen.
prince : Q. Isab. My lord, the Mayor of Bristow knows So fought not they that fought in Edward's our mind.
right. Y. Mor. Yea, madam; and they scape* not Y. Mor. Take him away; he prates. easily
(Brennt Attendants with the elder SPENSER That fled the field.
You, Rice ap Howel, Q. Isab. Baldock is with the king :
Shall do good service to her majesty, A goodly chancellor, is he not, my lord ?
Being of countenance in your country here, Sir J. So are the Spensers, the father and the To follow these rebellious runagates.
We in mean while, madam, must take advice Y. Mor.t This Edward is the ruin of the | How Baldock, Spenser, and their complices, realm.
May in their fall be follow'd to their end.
(Bxeunt. Enter Rice AP HOWEL with the elder SPENSER prisoner, and Attendants.
Enter the Abbot,+ Monks, KING EDWARD, the younger
SPENSER, and BALDOCK (the three latter disguised). Rice. God save Queen Isabel and her princely son !
Abbot. Have you no doubt, my lord; have you Madam, the Mayor and citizens of Bristow,
no fear : In sign of love and duty to this presence,
As silent and as careful we will be Present by me this traitor to the state,
To keep your royal person safe with us, Spenser, the father to that wanton Spenser,
Free from suspect, and fell invasion That, like the lawless Catiline of Rome,
Of such as have your majesty in chase, Revell’d in England's wealth and treasury.
Yourself, and those your chosen company,
As danger of this stormy time requires.
K. Edw. Father, thy face should barbour no Deserveth princely favours and rewards.
deceit. But where's the king and the other Spenser fled? O, hadst thou ever been a king, thy heart,
Rice. Spenser the son, created Earl of Glocester, Pierc'd deeply with sense I of my distress, Is with that smooth-tongu'd scholar Baldock Could not but take compassion of my state! gone,
Stately and proud in riches and in train, And shipp'd but late for Ireland wit
Whilom I was, powerful and full of pomp: Y. Mor. Some whirlwind fetch them back, or But what is he whom rule and empery sink them all !
[Aside. Have not in life or death made miserable ? They shall be started thence, I doubt it not.
* Unhappy] Old eds. “Vnhappies" and "Vnhappl's." * scape) So 4tos 1599, 1622.—2to 1612 "scapt."
| Enter the Abbot, &c.] Scene, within the Abbey of † Y. Mor.] Old eds. " Edm." (i. e. Kent.)
Neath. Enter, &c.] The old eds. have “ Enter Rice ap Howell, 1 deeply with sense) The modern editors print " deply and the Maior of Bristow," &c. : but the following speech with a sense : ” but “deeply" is sometimes used as a tri. shows that the Mayor is not prescnt.
Come, Spenser,-come, Baldock,-come, sit down | Alas, see where he sits, and hopes unseen by me;
T'escape their hands that seek to reave his life! Make trial now of that* philosophy
Too true it is, Quem dies vidit* veniens superbum,
Hunc dies vidit fugiens jacentem.
I arrest + you of high treason here.
'Tis in the name of Isabel the queen. -
K. Edw. O day, the last of all my bliss on First Monk. Your grace may sit secure, if earth! none but we
Centre of all misfortune! O my stars,
Why do you lour unkindly on a king ?
To take my life, my company from me? A gloomy fellow in a mead below;
Here, man, rip up this panting breast of mine, 'A gave a long look after us, my lord;
And take my heart in rescue of my friends.
Rice. Away with them!
Abbot. My heart with pity earns $ to see this
A king to bear these words and proud commands! To fall on shore, and here to pine in fear
(Aside. Of Mortimer and his confederates!
K. Edw. Spenser, ah, ll sweet Spenser, thus, R. Edw. Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer?
then, must we part? Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, Y. Spen. We must, my lord; so will the angry That bloody man ?—Good father, on thy lap
heavens. Lay I this head, laden with mickle care.
K. Edw. Nay, so will hell and cruel Mortimer: 0, might I never ope I these eyes again,
The gentle heavens have not to do in this. Never again lift up this drooping head,
Bald. My lord, it is in vain to grieve or 0, never more lift up this dying heart !
storm. Y. Spen. Look up, my lord.—Baldock, this
Here humbly of your grace we take our leaves :
Our lots are cast; I fear me, so is thine.
shall we meet :Enter, with Welsh hooke, Rice AP HOWEL, a Mower, and
And, Leicester, say, what shall become of us ?
Leices. Your majesty must go to Killing-
worth. Rice. Fellow, enough.-My lord, I pray, be
K. Edw. Must! it is somewhat hard when short';
kings must go. A fair commission warrants what we do.
Leices. Here is a litter ready for your grace, Leices. The queen's commission, urgʻd by That waits your pleasure, and the day grows old. Mortimer:
Rice. As good be gone, as stay and be beWhat cannot gallant Mortimer with the queen ?5—
* that) So 4to 1508.-2to 1612 omits the word.—2to 1622 "thy."
with] So 4to 1022.-Not in 4tos 1598, 1612. I ope! So 4tos 1612. 1622.-2to 1598 “open."
& What cannot galant Mortimer with the queen ?] So 4to 1598. --to 1612,
" What cannot Mortimer with the Queene ?” 2to 1622,
" What cannot Mortimer doe rith the Queene !"
* Quem dies vidit, &c.) Seneca,-Thyestes, 613.
7 I arrest) The modern editors print "I do arrest ; and so most probably the author wrote.
Comes) 2to 1698 “Come."-2tos 1612, 1622, "Came."
|| ah] Omitted by the modern editors,-rightly per-
K. Edw. A litter bast thou? lay me in* a
hearse, And to the gates of hell convey me hence; Let Pluto's bells ring out my fatal knell, And hags howl for my death at Charon's shore; For friends hath Edward nonet but these, And these must die under a tyrant's sword.
Rice. My lord, be going: care not for these; For we shall see them shorter by the heads. K. Edw. Well, that shall be shall be : part we
must; Sweet Spenser, gentle Baldock, part we must.Hence, feiguèd weeds ! unfeignèd are my woes.
[Throwing of his disguise. Father, farewell.--Leicester, thou stay'st for me; And go I must. - Life, farewell, with my friends!
[Exeunt King EDWARD and LEICESTER. Y. Spen. O, is he gone? is noble Edward gone? Parted from hence, never to see us more? Rent, sphere of heaven! and, fire, forsake thy
orb! Earth, melt to air! gone is my sovereigu, Gone, gone, alas, never to make return! Bald. Spenser, I see our souls are feeting
Rice. Come, come, keep these preachments till you come to the place appointed. You, and such as you are, have made wise work in England. Will your lordships away?
Mow. Your lordship I trust will remember me?
Rice. Remember thee, fellow! what else? Follow me to the town.
Imagine Killingworth-Castle were your court,
Enter King EDWARD, $ LEICESTER, the Bishop OF
WINCHESTER, and TRUSSEL. Leices. Be patient, good my lord, cease to
K. Edw. No, 'tis for Mortimer, not Edward's
For he's a lamb, encompassed by wolves,
* in) So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, “on."
For friendes hath Edward none, but there, and these,
" And these must die vnder a tyrants moord." An epithet (“hapless" or something equivalent) prefixed to “Edward" seems to have dropt out. I can hardly believe that the poet wrote "none but this and this ” (scil. Y. Spenser and Baldock).
care) A disyllable, -as before : see note 1, p. 201. & Enter King Edward, &c.] Scene, an apartment in Killingworth (Kenilworth) Castle.
* The forest deer, being struck, &c.
In Hill or Dale, in Forrest or in Field,
But 'gainst the Shooter doth the shaft repell." Sylvester's Du Bartas,- The Third Day of the First Week, p. 27, ed. 1641.
+ plain) i. e, complain.