The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 4 Scene: 1
Mortimer
Holla, who walketh there, ist you my lord ?
Kent. Mortimer tis I,
But hath thy potion wrought so happilie?
Mortimer
It hath my lord, the warders all a sleepe,
I thanke them, gave me leave to passe in peace:
But hath your grace got shipping unto Fraunce?
Act: 4 Scene: 2
Mortimer
Lady, the last was truest of the twaine,
But Mortimer reservde for better hap,
Hath shaken off the thraldome of the tower,
And lives t'advance your standard good my lord.
Mortimer
Mounsier le Grand, a noble friend of yours,
Tould us at our arrivall all the newes,
How hard the nobles, how unkinde the king
Hath shewed himself: but madam, right makes roome,
Where weapons a want, and though a many friends
Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster,
And others of our partie and faction,
Yet have we friends, assure your grace, in England
Would cast up cappes, and clap their hands for joy,
To see us there appointed for our foes.
Mortimer
But by the sword, my lord, it must be deserv'd.
The king will nere forsake his flatterers.
Mortimer
This noble gentleman, forward in armes,
Was borne I see to be our anchor hold.
Sir John of Henolt, be it thy renowne,
That Englands Queene, and nobles in distresse,
Have beene by thee restored and comforted.
Act: 4 Scene: 4
Mortimer
Nay madam, if you be a warriar,
Ye must not grow so passionate in speeches:
Lords, sith that we are by sufferance of heaven,
Arrivde and armed in this princes right,
Heere for our countries cause sweare we to him
All homage, fealtie and forwardnes,
And for the open wronges and injuries
Edward hath done to us, his Queene and land,
We come in armes to wrecke it with the sword:
That Englands queene in peace may reposesse
Her dignities and honors, and withall
We may remoove these flatterers from the king,
That havocks Englands wealth and treasurie.
Act: 4 Scene: 6
Mortimer
My lord of Kent, what needes these questions ?
Tis not in her controulment, nor in ours,
But as the realme and parlement shall please,
So shall your brother be disposed of.
I like not this relenting moode in Edmund,[To Queene.]
Madam, tis good to looke to him betimes.
Mortimer
Yea madam, and they scape not easilie,
That fled the feeld.
Mortimer
Your loving care in this,
Deserveth princelie favors and rewardes,
But wheres the king and the other Spencer fled?
Rice. Spencer the sonne, created earle of Gloster,
Is with that smoothe toongd scholler Baldock gone,
And shipt but late for Ireland with the king.
Mortimer
Some whirle winde fetche them backe, or sincke them all:---
[Aside.]
They shalbe started thence I doubt it not.
Mortimer.
Madam, have done with care and sad complaint,
Your king hath wrongd your countrie and himselfe,
And we must seeke to right it as we may,
Meane while, have hence this rebell to the blocke,
Your lordship cannot priviledge your head.
Mortimer
Take him away, he prates. You Rice ap Howell,
[Spencer led off]
Shall do good service to her Majestie,
Being of countenance in your countrey here,
To follow these rebellious runnagates.
We in meane while madam, must take advise,
How Baldocke, Spencer, and their complices,
May in their fall be followed to their end.