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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Edward II

Act: 5 Scene: 2

Sweet Mortimer, the life of Isabell

Be thou perswaded, that I love thee well,

And therefore so the prince my sonne be safe,

Whome I esteeme as deare as these mine eyes,

Conclude against his father what thou wilt,

And I my selfe will willinglie subscribe.

How fares my lord the king ?

Alas poore soule, would I could ease his greefe.

Thankes gentle Winchester: sirra, be gon.

O happie newes, send for the prince my sonne.

Then let some other be his guardian.

But Mortimer, as long as he survives

What safetie rests for us, or for my sonne?

I would hee were, so it ere not by my meanes.

Whither goes this letter, to my lord the king?

Commend me humblie to his Majestie,

And tell him, that I labour all in vaine,

To ease his greefe, and worke his libertie:

And beare him this, as witnesse of my love.

Some thing he whispers in his childish eares.

Use Edmund friendly, as if all were well.

Well, if my Lorde your brother were enlargde.

The more my greefe.

Sweete sonne come hither, I must talke with thee.

But bee content, seeing it his highnesse pleasure.

Brother, you know it is impossible.

No, God forbid.

Come sonne, and go with this gentle Lorde and me.

Brother Edmund, strive not, we are his friends,

Isabell is neerer then the earle of Kent.

Edward is my sonne, and I will keepe him. [Is going off]