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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 2 Scene: 2

Edward

The winde is good, I wonder why he stayes,

I feare me he is wrackt upon the sea.

Edward

How now, what newes, is Gaveston arrivde?

Edward

A trifle, weele expell him when

But tell me Mortimer, whats thy devise,

Against the stately triumph we decreed?

Edward

Prethee let me know it.

Edward

And what is yours my lord of Lancaster?

Edward

Proud Mortimer, ungentle Lancaster,

Is this the love you beare your soveraigne?

Is this the fruite your reconcilement beares?

Can you in words make showe of amitie,

And in your shields display your rancorous minds?

What call you this but private libelling,

Against the Earle of Cornewall and my brother?

Edward

They love me not that hate my Gaveston.

I am that Cedar, shake me not too much,

And you the Eagles, sore ye nere so high,

I have the gesses that will pull you downe,

And Aeque tandem shall that canker crie,

Unto the proudest peere of Britanie:

Though thou comparst him to a flying Fish,

And threatenest death whether he rise or fall,

Tis not the hugest monster of the sea,

Nor fowlest Harpie that shall swallow him.

Edward

My Gaveston,

Welcome to Tinmouth, welcome to thy friend,

Thy absence made me droope, and pine away,

For as the lovers of faire Danae,

When she was lockt up in a brasen tower,

Desirde her more, and waxt outragious,

So did it sure with me: and now thy sight

Is sweeter farre, then was thy parting hence

Bitter and irkesome to my sobbing heart.

Edward

Will none of you salute my Gaveston?

Edward

Stil wil these Earles and Barrons use me thus?

Edward

Returne it to their throtes, ile be thy warrant.

Edward

Treason, treason: whers the traitor?

Edward

Convey hence Gaveston, thaile murder him.

Edward

Yes more then thou canst answer though he live,

Deare shall you both abie this riotous deede:

Out of my presence, come not neere the court.

Edward

Looke to your owne heads, his is sure enough.

Edward

Nay all of them conspire to crosse me thus,

But if I live, ile tread upon their heads,

That thinke with high lookes thus to tread me down.

Come Edmund lets away, and levie men,

Tis warre that must abate these Barons pride.

Edward

How now, what noise is this?

Who have we there, ist you?

Edward

Then ransome him.

Edward

Quiet your self, you shall have the broad seale,

To gather for him thoroughout the realme.

Edward

Shall I still be haunted thus?

Edward

My swelling hart for very anger breakes,

How oft have I beene baited by these peeres?

And dare not be revengde, for their power is great:

Yet, shall the crowing of these cockerels,

Affright a Lion? Edward, unfolde thy pawes,

And let their lives bloud slake thy furies hunger:

If I be cruell, and growe tyrannous,

Now let them thanke themselves, and rue too late.

Edward

Art thou an enemie to my Gaveston?

Edward

Traitor be gone, whine thou with Mortimer.

Edward

Out of my sight, and trouble me no more.

Edward

Away:

Poore Gaveston, that hast no friend but me,

Do what they can, weele live in Tinmoth here,

And so I walke with him about the walles,

What care I though the Earles begirt us round?

Heere comes she thats cause of all these jarres.

Edward

I, and tis likewise thought you favour him.

Edward

Pardon me sweet, I forgot my selfe.

Edward

The yonger Mortimer is growne so brave,

That to my face he threatens civill warres.

Edward

I dare not, for the people love him well.

Edward

Would Lancaster and he had both carroust,

A bowle of poison to each others health:

But let them go, and tell me what are these.

Edward

Tell me, where wast thou borne?What is thine armes?

Edward

The fitter art thou Baldock for my turne,

Waite on me, and ile see thou shalt not want.

Edward

Knowest thou him Gaveston?

Edward

Then Spencer waite upon me, for his sake

Ile grace thee with a higher stile ere long.

Edward

Cosin, this day shalbe your mariage feast,

And Gaveston, thinke that I love thee well,

To wed thee to our neece, the onely heire

Unto the Earle of Gloster late deceased.

Edward

The head-strong Barons shall not limit me.

He that I list to favour shall be great:

Come lets away, and when the mariage ends,

Have at the rebels, and their complices.

Act: 2 Scene: 4

Edward

O tell me Spencer, where is Gaveston?

Edward

No, here he comes, now let them spoile and kill:

Flie, flie, my lords, the earles have got the holde,

Take shipping and away to Scarborough ,

Spencer and I will post away by land.

Edward

I will not trust them, Gaveston away.

Edward

Ladie, farewell.

Edward

Farewell sweete Gaveston, and farewell Neece.

Edward

Yes, yes, for Mortimer your lovers sake.