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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 2 Scene: 2

My Lord.

My lord, mines more obscure then Mortimers.

Plinie reports, there is a flying Fish,

Which all the other fishes deadly hate,

And therefore being pursued, it takes the aire:

No sooner is it up, but thers a foule,

That seaseth it: this fish my lord I beare,

The motto this: Undique mors est.

That shall wee see, looke where his lordship comes.

Salute him? yes: welcome Lord Chamberlaine.

Yet I disdaine not to doe this for you.

Weele haile him by the eares unto the block.

Cosin it is no dealing with him now,

He meanes to make us stoope by force of armes,

And therefore let us jointlie here protest,

To prosecute that Gaveston to the death.

And so doth Lancaster:

Now send our Heralds to defie the King,

And make the people sweare to put him downe.

Why how now cosin, how fares all our friends?

Weel have him ransomd man, be of good cheere.

Do cosin, and ile beare thee companie.

Be resolute, and full of secrecie.

Content, ile beare my part, holla whose there?

Lead on the way.

Why, so he may, but we will speake to him.

Twas in your wars, you should ransome him.

Your minion Gaveston hath taught you this.

And so will I, and then my lord farewell.

What forraine prince sends thee embassadors?

Thy gentle Queene, sole sister to Valoys,

Complaines, that thou hast left her all forlorne.

The Northren borderers seeing their houses burnt,

Their wives and children slaine, run up and downe,

Cursing the name of thee and Gaveston.

And thereof came it, that the fleering Scots,

To Englands high disgrace, have made this Jig,

And when tis gone, our swordes shall purchase more.

If ye be moov'de, revenge it as you can,

Looke next to see us with our ensignes spred.