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Too kind to them; but now have drawn our Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, and LEVUNE. sword,
K. Edw. Madam, what news ? And, if they send me not my Gaveston,
Q. Isab. News of dishonour, lord, and disWe'll steel it on their crest(s), and poll their
Our friend Levune, faithful and full of trust, Bald. This haught* resolve becomes your Informeth us, by letters and by words, majesty,
That Lord Valois our brother, king of France, Not to be tied to their affection,
Because your highness hath been slack in As though your bighness were a school-boy still, homage, And must be aw'd and govern'd like a child. Hath seized Normandy into bis hands :
These be the letters, this the messenger. Bnter the elder SPENSER† with his truncheon, and
K. Edw. Welcome, Levune.—Tush, Sib, if this Soldiers.
Valois and I will soon be friends again.-
But to my Gaveston : shall I never see,
Never behold thee now ?-Madam, in this matter
We will employ you and your little son;
You shall go parley with the king of France.Then tell thy # prince of whence and what thou Boy, see you bear you bravely to the king,
And do your message with a majesty. art.
P. Edw. Commit not to my youth things of E. Spen. Lo, with a band of bow-men and of
more weight pikes, Brown bills and targeteers, four hundred strong,
Than fits a prince so young as I to bear;
And fear not, lord and father,-heaven's great Sworn to defend King Edward's royal right,
beams I come in person to your majesty,
On Atlas' shoulder shall not lie more safe
Than shall your charge committed to my trust. For favour done, in him, unto us all.
Q. Isab. Ah, boy, this towardness makes thy
mother fear K. Edw. Thy father, Spenser! Y. Spen. True, an it like your grace,
Thou art not mark'd to many days on earth ! That pours, in lieu of all your goodness shown,
K. Edw. Madam, we will that you with speed
be shipp'd, His life, my lord, before your princely feet. K. Edw. Welcome ten thousand times, old
And this our son: Levune shall follow you
With all the haste we can despatch him hence. man, again!
Choose of our lords to bear you company; Spenser, this love, this kindness to thy king,
And go in peace ; leave us in wars at home. Argues thy noble mind and disposition.
Q. Isab. Uudatural wars, where subjects brave Spenser, I here create thee Earl of Wiltshire,
their king : And daily will enrich thee with our favour,
God end them once! My lord, I take my leave, That, as the sunshine, shall reflect o'er thee. Beside, the more to manifest our love,
To make my preparation for France.
[Brit with PRINCE EDWARD. Because we hear Lord Bruce doth sell his land, And that the Mortimers are in hand withal,
Enter ARUNDEL. Thou shalt have crowns of us t'outbid the
K. Edw. What, Lord Arundel, dost thou come barons;
alone ? And, Spenser, spare them not, lay it on.Soldiers, a largess, and thrice-welcome all !
* Arundel) Old eds. "Lord Matre," and “ Lord Y. Spen. My lord, here comes|| the queen.
Matreuis"; and so in all the other places of this scene, both in the dialogue and the prefixes, where I have substituted “Arundel" and “ Arun.":
compare the * haught] i. e. high.
scene, p. 201, first col., in which Arundel delivers the † the elder Spenser) Old eds. "Hugh Spencer, an old king's message to the barons. This mistake (which has man, father to the young Spencer."
occurred before in the old eds., see note *, p. 202, and is I thyl Old eds. "the."
afterwards repeated, see note *, p. 208) was occasioned $ spare) See note 1, p. 201,
most probably by the parts of Arundel and Matrevis 11 comes) So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 " come."
having been played by one and the same actor.
Arun. Yea, my good lord, for Gaveston is K. Edw. (kneeling.] By earth, the common dead.
mother of us all, K. Edw. Ah, traitors, have they put my friend By heaven, and all the moving orbs thereof, to death?
By this right hand, and by my father's sword, Tell me, Arundel, died he ere thou cam'st, And all the honours 'longing to my crown, Or didst thou see my friend to take his death? I will have heads and lives for him as many Arun. Neither, my lord; for, as he was sur As I have manors, castles, towns, and towers !pris'd,
(Rises. Begirt with weapons and with enemies round, Treacherous Warwick ! traitorous Mortimer ! I did your highness' message to them all, If I be England's king, in lakes of gore Demanding him of them, entreating rather, Your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail, And said, upon the honour of my name,
That you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood, That I would undertake to carry him
And stain my royal standard with the same, Unto your highness, and to bring him back. That so my bloody colours may suggest K. Edw. And, tell me, would the rebels deny Remembrance of revenge immortally me that?
On your accursèd traitorous progeny, Y. Spen. Proud recreants !
You villains that have slain my Gaveston 1K. Edw. Yea, Spenser, traitors all !
And in this place of honour and of trust, Arun. I found them at the first inexorable ; Spenser, sweet Spenser, I adopt thee here; The Earl of Warwick would not bide the hearing, And merely of our love we do create thee Mortimer hardly ; Pembroke and Lancaster Earl of Glocester and Lord Chamberlain, Spake least; and when they flatly had denied, Despite of times, despite of enemies. Refusing to receive me* pledge for him,
Y. Spen. My lord, here's* a messenger from The Earl of Pembroke mildly thus bespake;
K. Edr. Admit him near.
Enter Herald with his coat of arms.
Her. Long live King Edward, England's lawY. Spen. Some treason or some villany was
ful lord !
K. Edw. So wish not they, I wis, that sent Arun. The Earl of Warwick seiz'd him on his thee hither: way;
Thou com'st from Mortimer and his complices : For, being deliver'd unto Pembroke's men,
A ranker routt of rebels never was.
Her. The barons, up in arms, by me salute And bare him to his death ; and in a trench
Your highness with long life and happiness; Strake + off his head, and inarch'd unto the
And bid me say, as plainer to your grace, camp.
That if without effusion of blood · Y. Spen. A bloody part, flatly 'gainst law of You will this grief bave ease and remedy, arms !
That from your princely person you remove K. Edw. O, shall I speak, or shall I sigh and This Spenser, as a putrifying branch die !
That deads the royal vine, whose golden leaves I Y. Spen. My lord, refer your vengeance to the Empale your princely head, your diadem; sword
Whose brightness such pernicious upstarts dim, Upon these barons; hearten up your men ;
Say they, and lovingly advise your grace Let them not unreveng'd murder your friends : To cherish virtue and nobility, Advance your standard, Edward, in the field, And have old servitors in high esteem, And march to fire them from their starting-holes. And shake off smooth dissembling flatterers:
me) So 4tos 1598, 1612.--2to 1622 “my."-Compare, “My lords, I will be pledge for his return," p. 201, sec. col.
† Strake) So 4to 1598.—2tos 1612, 1622, “Stroke."
* here's) So 4tos 1612, 1622.—2to 1598 " keres ia "
leaves] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-20 1698 "leaue."
This granted, they, their honours, and their lives, Y. Mor. No, Edward, no; thy flatterers faint Are to your highness vow'd and consecrate.
and fly. Y. Spen. Ab, traitors, will they still display Lan. They'd best betimes forsake thee and their pride?
their trains, * K. Edw. Away! tarry no answer, but be For they'll betray thee, traitors as they are.
Y. Spen. Traitor on thy face, rebellious LanRebels, will they appoint their sovereign
caster! His sports, his pleasures, and his company : Pem. Away, base upstart ! brav'st thou nobles Yet, ere thou go, see how I do divorce
thus ? [Embruces Young SPENSER.
E. Spen. A noble attempt and honourable Spenser from me. Now get thee to thy lords,
deed, And tell them I will come to chastise them Is it + not, trow ye, to assemble aid For murdering Gaveston: hie thee, get thee And levy arms against your lawful king? gone !
K. Edw. For which, ere long, their heads shall Edward, with fire and sword, follows at thy satisfy heels.
appease the wrath of their offended king. My lord(s), perceive you how these rebels Y. Mor. Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to swell 1
the last, Soldiers, good hearts 1 defend your sovereign's And rather bathe thy sword in subjects' blood right,
Than banish that pernicious company ? For, now, even now, we march to make them
K. Edw. Ay, traitors all, rather than thus be stoop.
Make England's civil towns huge heaps of stones, [Exeunt. Alarums, excursions, a great Aght, and a
And ploughs to go about our palace-gates. retreat sounded, within.
War. A sperate and unnatural resolution !
Alarum to the fight! Re-enter King EDWARD, the elder SPENSER, the younger Saint George for England, and the barons' right! SPENSER, BALDOCK, and Noblemen of the king's side. K. Edw. Saint George for England, and King
Edward's right! K. Edw. Why do we sound retreat? upon
[Alarums. Exeunt the two parties severally. them, lords ! This day I shall pour vengeance with my sword
Enler King EDWARD: an l his followers, with the Barons On those proud rebels that are up in arms,
and Kent captive. And do confront and countermand their king.
K. Edw. Now, lusty lords, now not by chance Y. Spen. I doubt it not, my lord ; right will prevail.
But justice of the quarrel and the cause, E. Spen. 'Tis not amiss, my liege, for either
Vail'd § is your pride : methinks you hang the
To breathe a while; our men, with sweat and
dust All chok'd well near, begin to faint for heat; And this retire refresheth horse and man.
Y, Spen. Here come the rebels.
But we'll advance them, traitors : now 'tis time
(E.cit Kent. Accursèd wretches, was't in regard of us,
Enter the younger MORTIMER, LANCASTER, WARWICK,
PEMBROKE, and others.
Y. Mor. Look, Lancaster, yonder is Edward
Lan. And there let him be,
smite in vain.
sound retreat ?
* trains) i. e. stratagems.
18 it) So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "It is." I Enter King Eduard, &c.] Another part of the field. s Vaild) i. e. lowered.
When we had sent our messenger * to request Levune. That's it these barons and the subtle He might be spar'd to come to speak with us,
queen And Pembroke undertook for his return,
Long levell d * at. That thou, proud Warwick, watch'd the prisoner, Bal. Yea, but, Levune, thou seest, Poor Pierce, and headed him 'gainst law of arms ? These barons lay their heads on blocks together: For which thy head shall overlook the rest What they intend, the hangman frustrates clean. As much as thou in rage outwent'st the rest. Levune. Have you no doubt, my lords, I'll clap War. Tyrant, I scorn thy threats and me so + close paces ;
Among the lords of France with Eugland's gold, It is but temporal that thou canst inflict.
That Isabel shall make her plaints in vain, Lan. The worst is death; and better die to And France shall be obdurate with her tears. live
Y. Spen. Then make for France amain; Levune, Than live io infamy under such a king.
away! K. Edw. Away with them, my Lord of Win. Proclaim King Edward's wars and victories. chester !
(Exeunt. These lusty leaders, Warwick and Lancaster,
Enter KENT. I charge you roundly, off with both their heads !
Kent. Fair blows the wind for France : blow, Away!
gentle gale, War. Farewell, vain world!
Till Edmund be arriv'd for England's good! Lan. Sweet Mortimer, farewell !
Nature, yield to my country's cause in this ! Y. Mor. England, unkind to thy nobility, A brother? no, a butcher of thy friends! Groan for this grief! behold how thou art Proud Edward, dost thou banish me thy presence? maim'd!
But I'll to France, and cheer the wrongèd queen, K. Edw. Go, take that haughty Mortimer to And certify what Edward's looseness is. the er;
Unnatural king, to slaughter noblemen There see him safe bestow'd; and, for the rest, And cherish datterers! Mortimer, I stay Do speedy execution on them all.
Thy sweet escape. Stand gracious, gloomy night, Be gone !
To his device! Y. Mor. What, Mortimer, can ragged stony walls
Enter the younger MORTIMER disguised,
Y. Mor. Holla! who walketh there?
(The captive Barons are led of. But hath thy potion wrought so happily? K. Edr. Sound, drums and trumpets ! March Y. Mor. It hath, my lord : the warders all with me, my friends.
asleep, Edward this day hath crown'd him king anew. I thank them, gave me leave to (Exeunt all except the younger SPENSER, LEVUNE,
But bath your grace got shipping unto France ? and BALDOCK.
Kent. Fear it not.
[Exeunt. Y. Spen. Levune, the trust that we repose in thee
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA || and PRINCE EDWARD. Begets the quiet of King Edward's land :
Q. Isab. Ah, boy, our friends do fail us all in Therefore be gone in haste, and with advice
France ! Bestow that treasure on the lords of France,
The lords are cruel, and the king unkind.
What shall we do?
* levell'd] Old eds. "leuied.” To Isabel the queen, that now in France
+ clap 30] Old eds. "claps." Makes friends, to cross the seas with her young
Enter Kent) Scene, London, ncar the Tower.
$ Bul hath thy potion urnight so hoppily?] For a highly son,
poetical description of Mortimer's escape froin the Tower, And step into his father's regiment.+
see the Third Book of The Barons' Warx by Drayton (who makes the Queen furnish Mortimer with the potion and
watch his flight). messenger) So 4to 1598 -2tos 1612, 1622, "messengers." || Enter Queen Isabella, &c.) Scene, Paris. tregiment) i. e. rule, government.
| do] So 4tos 1598, 1622.-3to 1612 “ goe."
pass in peace.
P. Edw. Madam, return to England,
Isab. Ab, boy, thou art deceiv'd, at least in
this, To think that we can yet be tun'd together! No, no, we jar too far.—Unkind Valois ! Unhappy Isabel, when France rejects, Whither, 0, whither dost * thou bend thy steps ?
Enter SiR JOHN OF HAINAULT. Sir J. Madam, what cheer?
Q. Isab. Ah, good Sir John of Hainault, Never so cheerless nor so far distrest ! Sir J. I hear, sweet lady, of the king's un
kindness : But droop not, madam; noble minds contemn Despair. Will your grace with me to Hainault, And there stay time's advantage with your son? How say you, my lord ? will you go with your
friends, And shake off all our fortunes equally! P. Edu. So pleaseth the queen my mother, me
it likes : The king of England, nor the court of France, Shall have me from my gracious mother's side, Till I be strong enough to break a staff; And then have at the proudest Spenser's head ! Sir J. Well said, my lord ! Isab. O my sweet heart, how do I moan thy
wrongs, Yet triumph in the hope of thee, my joy !Ah, sweet Sir John, even to the utmost verge Of Europe, on t the shore of Tanais, Will we with thee to Hainault-80 we will: The marquis is a noble gentleman; His grace, I dare presume, will welcome me.But who are these ?
But Mortimer, reserv'd for better hap,
father lives? No, my Lord Mortimer, not I, I trow. Q Isab. Not, son ! why not? I would it were
no worse ! But, gentle lords, friendless we are in France. Y. Mor. Monsieur Le Grand, a noble friend of
yours, Told us, at our arrival, all the news, How hard the nobles, how unkind the king Hath shew'd himself: but, madam, right makes
room Where weapons want; and, though a many
friends Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster, And others of our part * and faction, Yet have we friends, assure your grace, in
England, Would cast up caps, and clap their hands for
joy, To see us there, appointed t for our foes. Kent. Would all were well, and Edward well
reclaim'd, For England's honour, peace, and quietness ! Y. Mor. But by the sword, my lord,'t must be
desery'd: I The king will ne'er forsake his flatterers. Sir J. My lords of England, sith § th' ungentle
king Of France refuseth to give aid of arms To this distressed queen, his sister, here, Go you with her to Hainault: doubt ye not We will find comfort, money, men, and friends, Ere long to bid the English king a base. If How say'st, 1 young prince, what think you
the match ? P. Edw. I think King Edward will outrun us
all. Q. Isab. Nay, son, not 80; and you must not
discourage Your friends, that are so forward in your aid.
Enter Kent and the younger MORTIMER Kent. Madam, long may you live Much happier than your friends in England do! Q. Isab. Lord Edmund, and Lord Mortimer
alive! Welcome to France ! the news was here, my lord, That you were dead, or very near your death. Y. Mor. Lady, the last was truest of the
. part] Old eds. "partie " and "party." * appointed] i.e. accoutred, furuished with necessaries.
deseru'd] Equivalent here to-earned. In p. 201, first col., we have had "earn'd" in the sense of " deserved."
$ sith) i. e. since.
Il to bid the English king a base) To bid a base is—to run fast, challenging another to pursue,- in allusion to the game of Prison-base or Prison-bars. 4 say'd] Old eds. say (which might stand, it
were altered to "Now ").
* dost] Qy. "must"?
on] Old eds. "or." The meaning seems to be. We will with thee to Hainault, even if it were situated on the utmost verge of Europe, &c.