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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 2 Scene: 2

Sweet Lord and King, your speech preventeth mine,

Yet have I words left to expresse my joy:

The sheepeherd nipt with biting winters rage,

Frolicks not more to see the paynted springe,

Then I doe to behold your Majestie.

My Lord I cannot brooke these injuries.

Base leaden Earles that glorie in your birth,

Goe sit at home and eate your tenants beefe:

And come not here to scoffe at Gaveston,

Whose mounting thoughts did never creepe so low,

As to bestow a looke on such as you.

The life of thee shall salve this foule disgrace.

My lord, dissemble with her, speake her faire.

Why do you not commit him to the tower?

Why then weele have him privilie made away.

I my lord,

His name is Spencer, he is well alied,

For my sake let him waite upon your grace,

Scarce shall you finde a man of more desart.

I know my lord, many will stomack me,

But I respect neither their love nor hate.

Act: 2 Scene: 4

O stay my lord, they will not injure you.

Farewell my Lord.

Act: 2 Scene: 5

Yet lustie lords I have escapt your handes,

Your threats, your larums, and your hote pursutes,

And though devorsed from king Edwards eyes,

Yet liveth Pierce of Gaveston unsurprizd,

Breathing, in hope (malgrado all your beards,

That muster rebels thus against your king）

To see his royall soveraigne once againe.

My Lord !

I thanke you all my lords, then I perceive,

That heading is one, and hanging is the other,

And death is all.

Renowmed Edward, how thy name

Revives poore Gaveston.

Why my Lord of Warwicke,

Will not these delaies beget my hopes?

I know it lords, it is this life you aime at,

Yet graunt king Edward this.

How meanst thou Mortimer? that is over base.

Sweete soveraigne, yet I come

To see thee ere I die.

Unhappie Gaveston, whether goest thou now.

Act: 2 Scene: 6

O treacherous Warwicke thus to wrong thy friend!

Weaponles must I fall and die in bands,

O must this day be period of my life,

Center of all my blisse! And yee be men,

Speede to the king.

Treacherous earle, shall I not see the king ?