The Works of Christopher Marlowe
Edward II
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Warwicke
O our heads?
Warwicke
Bridle thy anger gentle Mortimer.
Warwicke
All Warwickshire will love him for my sake.
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Warwicke
Tis true, the Bishop is in the tower,
And goods and body given to Gaveston.
Warwicke
I, and besides, lord Chamberlaine of the realme,
And secretary to, and lord of Man.
Warwicke
Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king,
He nods, and scornes, and smiles at those that passe.
Warwicke
Here comes my lord of Canterburies grace.
Warwicke
And war must be the meanes, or heele stay stil.
Warwicke
But say my lord, where shall this meeting bee?
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Warwicke
But I long more to see him banisht hence.
Warwicke
Ignoble vassaile that like Phaeton,
Aspir'st unto the guidance of the sunne.
Warwicke
We know our duties, let him know his peeres.
Warwicke
Think you that we can brooke this upstart pride?
Warwicke
You that are princely borne should shake him off,
For shame subscribe, and let the lowne depart.
Warwicke
And so is mine.
Warwicke
The king I feare hath ill intreated her.
Warwicke
And to behold so sweete a sight as that,
Theres none here, but would run his horse to death.
Warwicke
Then speake not for him, let the pesant go.
Warwicke
No? doe but marke how earnestly she pleads.
Warwicke
She smiles, now for my life his mind is changd.
Warwicke
All that he speakes, is nothing, we are resolv'd.
Warwicke
Marke you but that my lord of Lancaster.
Warwicke
And so will Penbrooke and I .
Warwicke
Slay me my lord, when I offend your grace.
Warwicke
In this, or ought, your highnes shall commaund us.
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Warwicke
Welcome Lord governour of the Ile of Man.
Warwicke
Looke to your owne crowne, if you back him thus.
Warwicke
Lets to our castels, for the king is moovde.
Warwicke
Ile have his bloud, or die in seeking it.
Warwicke
Meane time my lord of Penbrooke and my selfe,
Will to Newcastell heere, and gather head.
Warwicke
I warrant you.
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Warwicke
He is your brother, therefore have we cause
To cast the worst, and doubt of your revolt.
Warwicke
And ile follow thee.
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Warwicke
Forslowe no time, sweet Lancaster lets march.
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Warwicke
Upon him souldiers, take away his weapons.
Warwicke
Souldiers, have him away:
But for thou wert the favorit of a King,
Thou shalt have so much honor at our hands.
Warwicke
Arundell, say your message.
Warwicke
How now?
Warwicke
No, it needeth not.
Arundell, we will gratifie the king
In other matters, he must pardon us in this,
Souldiers away with him.
Warwicke
When, can you tell ? Arundell no,
We wot, he that the care of realme remits,
And drives his nobles to these exigents
For Gaveston, will if he seaze zease sees him once,
Violate any promise to possesse him.
Warwicke.
Penbrooke, what wilt thou do?
Cause yet more bloudshed: is it not enough
That we have taken him, but must we now
Leave him on had-I-wist, and let him go ?
Warwicke
Nay, do your pleasures,I know how twill proove.
Warwicke
Yet not perhaps,
[Aside.]
If Warwickes wit and policile prevaile.
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Warwicke
My lord of Penbrookes men,
Strive you no longer, I will have that Gaveston.
Warwicke
No James, it is my countries cause I follow.
Goe, take the villaine, soldiers come away,
Weel make quick worke, commend me to your maister
My friend, and tell him that I watcht it well.
Come, let thy shadow parley with king Edward.
Warwicke
The king of heaven perhaps, no other king, Away.
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Warwicke
And shall or Warwicks sword shal smite in vaine.
Warwicke
A desperate and unnaturall resolution,
Alarum to the fight,
Saint George for England, and the Barons right.
Warwicke
Tyrant, I scorne thy threats and menaces,
Tis but temporall that thou canst inflict.
Warwicke
Farewell vaine worlde.
