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.
