The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 3 Scene: 1
Prince
Commit not to my youth things of more waight
Then fits a prince so yong as I to beare,
And feare not lord and father, heavens great beames
On Atlas shoulder, shall not lie more safe,
Then shall your charge committed to my trust.
Act: 4 Scene: 2
Prince
Madam, returne to England,
And please my father well, and then a Fig
For all my unckles frienship here in Fraunce.
I warrant you, ile winne his highnes quicklie,
A loves me better than a thousand Spencers.
Prince
So pleaseth the Queene my mother, me it likes.
The king of England, nor the court of Fraunce,
Shall have me from my gratious mothers side,
Till I be strong enough to breake a staffe,
And then have at the proudest Spencers head.
Prince
How meane you, and the king my father lives ?
No my lord Mortimer, not I, I trow.
Prince
I thinke king Edward will out-run us all.
Act: 4 Scene: 6
Prince
Tell me good unckle, what Edward doe you meane?
Prince
Shall I not see the king my father yet?
Act: 5 Scene: 2
Prince
Mother, perswade me not to weare the crowne,
Let him be king, I am too yong to raigne.
Prince
Let me but see him first, and then I will.
Prince
Why, is he dead ?
Prince
But hee repents, and sorrowes for it now.
Prince
With you I will, but not with Mortimer.
Prince
Helpe unckle Kent, Mortimer will wrong me.
Act: 5 Scene: 4
King
Champion, heeres to thee.
King
What hath he done?
King
My lord, he is my unckle, and shall live.
King
Sweete mother, if I cannot pardon him,
Intreate my lord Protector for his life.
King
Nor I, and yet me thinkes I should commaund,
But seeing I cannot, ile entreate for him:
My lord, if you will let my unckle live,
I will requite it when I come to age.
King
What safetie may I looke for at his hands,
If that my Unckle shall be murthered thus?
King
And shall my Unckle Edmund ride with us?
Act: 5 Scene: 6
King
Villaine.
King
Thinke not that I am frighted with thy words,
My father's murdered through thy treacherie,
And thou shalt die, and on his mournefull hearse,
Thy hatefull and accursed head shall lie,
To witnesse to the world, that by thy meanes,
His kingly body was too soone interrde.
King
Forbid not me to weepe, he was my father,
And had you lov'de him halfe so well as I,
You could not beare his death thus patiently,
But you I feare, conspirde with Mortimer.
King
Traitor, in me my loving father speakes,
And plainely saith, twas thou that murdredst him.
King
Yes, if this be the hand of Mortimer.
King
That thither thou didst send a murtherer.
King
A Mortimer, thou knowest that he is slaine,
And so shalt thou be too: why staies he heere?
Bring him unto a hurdle, drag him foorth,
Hang him I say, and set his quarters up,
But bring his head back presently to me.
King
Hence with the traitor, with the murderer.
King
What, suffer you the traitor to delay?
King
This argues, that you spilt my fathers bloud,
Els would you not intreate for Mortimer.
King
I, madam, you, for so the rumor runnes.
King
I doe not thinke her so unnaturall.
King
Mother, you are suspected for his death,
And therefore we commit you to the Tower,
Till further triall may be made thereof.
If you be guiltie, though I be your sonne,
Thinke not to finde me slack or pitifull.
King
Awaye with her, her wordes inforce these teares,
And I shall pitie her if she speake againe.
King
Goe fetche my fathers hearse, where it shall lie,
And bring my funerall robes: accursed head,
Could I have rulde thee then, as I do now,
Thou hadst not hatcht this monstrous treacherie!
[Enter some with hearse.]
Heere comes the hearse, helpe me to moorne, my lords:
Sweete father heere, unto thy murdered ghost,
I offer up this wicked traitors head,
And let these teares distilling from mine eyes,
Be witnesse of my greefe and innocencie.