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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Thus after many threats of wrathfull warre, Triumpheth

Englands Edward with his friends,

And triumph Edward with his friends uncontrould.

My lord of Gloster, do you heare the newes ?

Why man, they say there is great execution

Done through the realme, my lord of Arundell

You have the note, have you not?

I pray let us see it, what have we there?

Read it Spencer. Spencerreads their names.

Why so, they barkt a pace a month agoe,

Now on my life, theile neither barke nor bite.

Now sirs, the newes from Fraunce. Gloster, I trowe

The lords of Fraunce love Englands gold so well,

As Isabella Isabell Q1-4, Dd1- gets no aide from thence.

What now remaines, have you proclaimed, my lord,

Reward for them can bring in Mortimer?

If, doost thou say? Spencer, as true as death,

He is in Englands ground, our port-maisters

Are not so careles of their kings commaund.

Enter a Poaste.

How now, what newes with thee, from whence come these ?

A villaines, hath that Mortimer escapt?

With him is Edmund gone associate?

And will sir John of Henolt lead the round ?

Welcome a Gods name Madam and your sonne,

England shall welcome you, and all your route.

Gallop a pace bright Phoebus through the skie,

And duskie night, in rustie iron carre:

Betweene you both, shorten the time I pray,

That I may see that most desired day,

When we may meet these traitors in the field.

Ah nothing greeves me but my little boye,

Is thus misled to countenance their ils.

Come friends to Bristow, there to make us strong,

And windes as equall be to bring them in,

As you injurious were to beare them foorth.