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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 1 Scene: 1

Kent

Barons and Earls, your pride hath made me mute,

But now ile speake, and to the proofe I hope:

I do remember in my fathers dayes,

Lord Percie of the North being highly mov'd,

Brav'd Mowberie in presence of the king,

For which, had not his highnes lov'd him well,

He should have lost his head, but with his looke,

The undaunted spirit of Percie was appeasd,

And Mowberie and he were reconcild:

Yet dare you brave the king unto his face.

Brother revenge it, and let these their heads,

Preach upon poles for trespasse of their tongues.

Kent

Brother, the least of these may well suffice

For one of greater birth then Gaveston.

Kent

Ah brother, lay not violent hands on him,

For heele complaine unto the sea of Rome .

Act: 1 Scene: 4

Kent

Is this the dutie that you owe your king?

Act: 2 Scene: 2

Kent

Brother, doe you heare them?

Kent.

Warwicke, these words do ill beseeme thy years.

Kent

What Mortimer, you will not threaten him?

Kent

My lord, I see your love to Gaveston,

Will be the ruine of the realme and you,

For now the wrathfull nobles threaten warres,

And therefore brother banish him for ever.

Kent

I, and it greeves me that I favoured him.

Kent

So will I, rather then with Gaveston.

Kent

No marvell though thou scorne thy noble peeres,

When I thy brother am rejected thus.

Act: 2 Scene: 3

Kent

My lords, of love to this our native land,

I come to joine with you, and leave the king,

And in your quarrell and the realmes behoofe,

Will be the first that shall adventure life.

Kent

Mine honor shalbe hostage of my truth,

If that will not suffice, farewell my lords.

Kent

I have enformd the Earle of Lancaster.

Act: 3 Scene: 1

Kent

Brother, in regard of thee and of thy land,

Did they remoove that flatterer from thy throne.

Act: 4 Scene: 1

Kent

Faire blowes the winde for Fraunce, blowe gentle gale,

Till Edmund be arrivde for Englands good,

Nature, yeeld to my countries cause in this.

A brother, no, a butcher of thy friends,

Proud Edward, doost thou banish me thy presence?

But ile to Fraunce, and cheere the wronged Queene,

And certifie what Edwards loosenes is.

Unnaturall king, to slaughter noble men

And cherish flatterers:

Mortimer I stay thy sweet escape,

Stand gratious gloomie night to his device.

Kent

Feare it not.

Act: 4 Scene: 2

Kent

Madam, long may you live,

Much happier then your friends in England do.

Kent

Would all were well, and Edward well reclaimd,

For Englands honor, peace, and quietnes.

Kent

Sir John of Henolt, pardon us I pray,

These comforts that you give our wofull queene,

Binde us in kindenes all at your commaund.

Act: 4 Scene: 4

Kent

I would he never had bin flattered more.

Act: 4 Scene: 6

Kent

This way he fled, but I am come too late.

Edward, alas my hart relents for thee,

Proud traytor Mortimer why doost thou chase

Thy lawfull king thy soveraigne with thy sword ?

Vilde wretch, and why hast thou of all unkinde,

Borne armes against thy brother and thy king?

Raigne showers of vengeance on my cursed head

Thou God, to whom in justice it belongs

To punish this unnaturall revolt:

Edward, this Mortimer aimes at thy life:

O fly him then, but Edmund calme this rage,

Dissemble or thou diest, for Mortimer

And Isabell doe kisse while they conspire,

And yet she beares a face of love forsooth:

Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate.

Edmund away, Bristow to Longshankes blood

Is false, be not found single for suspect:

Proud Mortimer pries neare into thy walkes.

Kent

Madam, without offence if I may aske,

How will you deale with Edward in his fall?

Kent

Nephew, your father, I dare not call him king.

Kent

This, Edward, is the ruine of the realme.

[Aside.]Enter Rice ap Howell, and the Maior of Bristow, with Spencer the father.

Kent

Unhappie Edward, chaste from Englands bounds.

Act: 5 Scene: 2

Kent

In health sweete Mortimer, how fares your grace?

Kent

I heare of late he hath deposde himselfe.

Kent

Ah they do dissemble.

Kent

Not I my lord: who should protect the sonne,

But she that gave him life, I meane the Queene?

Kent

I, do sweete Nephew.

Kent

I would those wordes proceeded from your heart.

Kent

The more cause have I now to make amends.

Kent

Sister, Edward is my charge, redeeme him.

Kent.

Mortimer shall know that he hath wrongde mee.

Hence will I haste to Killingworth castle,

And rescue aged Edward from his foes,

To be revengde on Mortimer and thee.

Act: 5 Scene: 3

Kent

Souldiers, let me but talke to him one worde.

Kent

Lay downe your weapons, traitors, yeeld the king.

Matrevis. Edmund, yeeld thou thy self, or thou shalt die.

Kent

Base villaines, wherefore doe you gripe mee thus ?

Kent

Where is the court but heere, heere is the king,

And I will visit him, why stay you me?

Kent

O miserable is that commonweale,

Where lords keepe courts, and kings are lockt in prison!

Kent

I, lead me whether you will, even to my death,

Seeing that my brother cannot be releast.

Act: 5 Scene: 4

Kent.

Mortimer, I did, he is our king,

And thou compelst this prince to weare the crowne.

Kent

Strike of my head? base traitor I defie thee.

Kent

Staie villaines.

Kent

Art thou king, must I die at thy commaund?

Kent

Let me but stay and speake, I will not go,

Either my brother or his sonne is king,

And none of both them thirst for Edmunds bloud.

And therefore soldiers whether will you hale me?