The Works of Christopher Marlowe
Edward II
Act:
3
Scene:
1
Mortimer
Looke Lancaster,
Yonder is Edward among his flatterers.
Mortimer
No Edward, no, thy flatterers faint and flie.
Mortimer
Then Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last,
And rather bathe thy sword in subjects bloud,
Then banish that pernicious companie?
Mortimer.
England, unkinde to thy nobilitie,
Grone for this greefe, behold how thou art maimed.
Mortimer
What Mortimer? can ragged stonie walles
Immure thy vertue that aspires to heaven?
No Edward, Englands scourge, it may not be,
Mortimers hope surmounts his fortune farre.
[Exit guarded.]