The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II


Act: 5 Scene: 2
In health sweete Mortimer, how fares your grace?
I heare of late he hath deposde himselfe.
Ah they do dissemble.
Not I my lord: who should protect the sonne,
But she that gave him life, I meane the Queene?
I, do sweete Nephew.
I would those wordes proceeded from your heart.
The more cause have I now to make amends.
Sister, Edward is my charge, redeeme him.
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
Souldiers, let me but talke to him one worde.
Lay downe your weapons, traitors, yeeld the king.
Matrevis. Edmund, yeeld thou thy self, or thou shalt die.
Base villaines, wherefore doe you gripe mee thus ?
Where is the court but heere, heere is the king,
And I will visit him, why stay you me?
O miserable is that commonweale,
Where lords keepe courts, and kings are lockt in prison!
I, lead me whether you will, even to my death,
Seeing that my brother cannot be releast.

Act: 5 Scene: 4
Mortimer, I did, he is our king,
And thou compelst this prince to weare the crowne.
Strike of my head? base traitor I defie thee.
Staie villaines.
Art thou king, must I die at thy commaund?
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?