The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 2 Scene: 5
Mortimer
Thou proud disturber of thy countries peace,
Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broiles,
Base flatterer, yeeld, and were it not for shame,
Shame and dishonour to a souldiers name,
Upon my weapons point here shouldst thou fall,
And welter in thy goare.
Mortimer
Shalt thou appoint
What we shall graunt? Souldiers away with him:
Thus weele gratifie the king,
Weele send his head by thee, let him bestow
His teares on that, for that is all he gets
of Gaveston, or else his sencelesse trunck.
Mortimer
It is honourable in thee to offer this,
But for we know thou art a noble gentleman,
We will not wrong thee so,
To make away a true man for a theefe.
Mortimer
Away base groome, robber of kings renowme,
Question with thy companions and thy mates.
Mortimer
How say you my lord of Warwick ?
Mortimer
My lord of Penbrooke, we deliver him you,
Returne him on your honor. Sound, away.