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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 5 Scene: 2

My Lorde.

I warrant you my lord.

Act: 5 Scene: 3

Not so my liege, the Queene hath given this charge,

To keepe your grace in safetie,

Your passions make your dolours to increase.

No, but wash your face, and shave away your beard,

Least you be knowne, and so be rescued.

How now, who comes there?

Lay hands upon the earle for this assault.

Binde him, and so convey him to the court.

Act: 5 Scene: 5

And so do I, Matrevis: yesternight

I opened but the doore to throw him meate,

And I was almost stifeled wit the savor.

Send for him out thence, and I will anger him.

Whats heere ? I know not how to conster it.

I thought as much.

Neede you any thing besides?

Thats all?

Heeres a light to go into the dungeon.

Excellent well, take this for thy rewarde.

Then Gurney stabs Lightborne.

Come let us cast the body in the mote,

And beare the kings to Mortimer our lord,

Away.