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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 5 Scene: 5

My lord protector greetes you.

Know you this token?I must have the king.

I know what I must do, get you away,

Yet be not farre off,

I shall need your helpe,

See that in the next roome I have a fier,

And get me a spit, and let it be red hote.

What else, a table and a fetherbed.

I, I, so: when I call you, bring it in.

So,

Now must I about this geare, nere was there any

So finely handled as this king shalbe.

Foh, heeres a place in deed with all my hart.

To comfort you, and bring you joyfull newes.

To murther you my most gratious lorde?

Farre is it from my hart to do you harme,

The Queene sent me, to see how you were used,

For she relents at this your miserie.

And what eyes can refraine from shedding teares,

To see a king in this most pittious state?

O villaines!

O speake no more my lorde, this breakes my heart.

Lie on this bed, and rest your selfe a while.

What meanes your highnesse to mistrust me thus ?

These handes were never stainde with innocent bloud,

Nor shall they now be tainted with a kings.

Your overwatchde my lord, lie downe and rest.

If you mistrust me, ile be gon my lord.

He sleepes.

How now my Lorde.

To rid thee of thy life. Matrevis come.

Runne for the table.

So, lay the table downe, and stampe on it,

But not too hard, least that you bruse his body.

Tell me sirs, was it not bravelie done?