The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 5 Scene: 6
Mortimer
Ist done, Matrevis, and the murtherer dead?
Mortimer.
Matrevis, if thou now growest penitent
Ile be thy ghostly father, therefore choose,
whether thou wilt be secret in this,
Or else die by the hand of Mortimer.
Mortimer
Flie to the Savages.
Mortimer
As for my selfe, I stand as Joves huge tree,
And others are but shrubs compard to me,
All tremble at my name, and I feare none,
Lets see who dare impeache me for his death ?
Mortimer
What if he have? the king is yet a childe.
Mortimer
How now my lord ?
Mortimer
Because I thinke scorne to be accusde,
Who is the man dare say I murdered him?
Mortimer
But hath your grace no other proofe then this ?
Mortimer
False Gurney hath betraide me and himselfe.
Mortimer
Tis my hand, what gather you by this.
Mortimer
What murtherer? bring foorth the man I sent.
Mortimer
Madam, intreat not, I will rather die,
Then sue for life unto a paltrie boye.
Mortimer
Base fortune, now I see, that in thy wheele
There is a point, to which when men aspire,
They tumble hedlong downe: that point I touchte,
And seeing there was no place to mount up higher,
Why should I greeve at my declining fall?
Farewell faire Queene, weepe not for Mortimer,
That scornes the world, and as a traveller,
Goes to discover countries yet unknowne.