The Works of Christopher Marlowe
Edward II
Act:
2
Scene:
4
Lancaster
I wonder how he scapt.
Lancaster
No madam, but that cursed Gaveston.
Farre be it from the thought of Lancaster,
To offer violence to his soveraigne,
We would but rid the realme of Gaveston,
Tell us where he remaines, and he shall die.
Lancaster.
The wind that bears him hence, wil fil our sailes,
Come, come aboord, tis but an houres sailing.
