The Works of Christopher Marlowe
Edward II
Act:
5
Scene:
3
Matrevis
My lord, be not pensive, we are your friends.
Men are ordaind to live in miserie,
Therefore come, dalliance dangereth our lives.
Matrevis
Heeres channell water, as our charge is given.
Sit downe, for weele be Barbars to your grace.
Matrevis
Why strive you thus? your labour is in vaine.
Matrevis
Twixt theirs and yours, shall be no enmitie.
Come, come, away, now put the torches out,
Weele enter in by darkenes to Killingworth.
Matrevis
Guarde the king sure, it is the earle of Kent.
Matrevis
Keepe them a sunder, thrust in the king.
Matrevis
The court is where lord Mortimer remaines,
Thither shall your honour go, and so farewell.
