The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 2 Scene: 5
Gaveston
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 kingļ¼‰
To see his royall soveraigne once againe.
Gaveston
My Lord !
Gaveston
I thanke you all my lords, then I perceive,
That heading is one, and hanging is the other,
And death is all.
Gaveston
Renowmed Edward, how thy name
Revives poore Gaveston.
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.
Gaveston
How meanst thou Mortimer? that is over base.
Gaveston
Sweete soveraigne, yet I come
To see thee ere I die.
Gaveston
Unhappie Gaveston, whether goest thou now.