The Works of Christopher Marlowe
Edward II
Act:
1
Scene:
4
Lancaster
Here is the forme of Gavestons exile:
May it please your lordship to subscribe your name.
Lancaster
Quick quick my lorde, I long to write my name.
Lancaster
Your grace doth wel to place him by your side,
For no where else the new earle is so safe.
Lancaster
My lord, you may not thus disparage us,
Away I say with hatefull Gaveston.
Lancaster
Learne then to rule us better and the realme.
Lancaster
Then linger not my lord but do it straight.
Lancaster
Come, come, subscribe.
Lancaster
Give it me, ile have it published in the streetes.
Lancaster
Looke where the sister of the king of Fraunce,
Sits wringing of her hands, and beats her brest.
Lancaster
Feare ye not Madam, now his minions gone,
His wanton humor will be quicklie left.
Lancaster
For his repeale, Madam! he comes not back,
Unlesse the sea cast up his shipwrack body.
Lancaster
And so am I my lord, diswade the Queene.
Lancaster
My Lords,albeit the Queen winne Mortimer,
Will you be resolute and hold with me?
Lancaster
And see how coldly his lookes make deniall.
Lancaster
Ile rather loose his friendship I, then graunt.
Lancaster
Fie Mortimer, dishonor not thy selfe,
Can this be true twas good to banish him,
And is this true to call him home againe?
Such reasons make white blacke, and darke night day.
Lancaster
In no respect can contraries be true.
Lancaster
I, but how chance this was not done before?
Lancaster
On that condition Lancaster will graunt.
Lancaster.
Diablo, what passions call you these?
Lancaster
This salutation overjoyes my heart.
Lancaster
Such newes we heare my lord.
