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A07018	The troublesome raigne and lamentable death of Edward the second, King of England with the tragicall fall of proud Mortimer: as it was sundrie times publiquely acted in the honourable citie of London, by the right honourable the Earle of Pembrooke his seruants. Written by Chri. Marlow Gent.; Edward the Second	Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593.	1594 (1594)	STC 17437; ESTC S120996	45,089	96

What Gaueston welcome kis not my hand Embrace me Gaueston as I do thee Why shouldst thou kneele Knowest thou not who I am Thy friend thy selfe another Gaueston Not Hilas was more mourned of Hercules Then thou hast beene of me since thy exile Gau. And since I went from hence no soule in hell Hath felt more torment then poore Gaueston Edw. I know it brother welcome home my friend Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire And that high minded earle of Lancaster I haue my wish in that I ioy thy sight And sooner shall the sea ore whelme my land Then beare the ship that shall transport thee hence I heere create thee Lord high Chamberlaine Cheefe Secretarie to the state and me Earle of Cornewall king and lord of Man Gauest. My lord these titles far exceed my worth Kent Brother the least of these may well suffice For one of greater birth then Gaueston Edw. Cease brother for I cannot brooke these words Thy woorth sweet friend is far aboue my guifts Therefore to equall it receiue my hart If for these dignities thou be enuied I le giue thee more for but to honour thee Is Edward pleazd with kinglie regiment Fearst thou thy person thou shalt haue a guard Wants thou gold go to my treasurie Wouldst thou be loude and fearde receiue my seale Saue or condemne and in our name commaund What so thy minde affectes or fancie likes Gaue. It shall suffice me to enioy your loue Which whiles I haue I thinke my selfe as great As Caesar riding in the Romaine streete With captiue kings at his triumphant Carre Enter the Bishop of Couentrie Edw. Whether goes my Lord of Couentrie so fast Bish. To celebrate your fathers exequies But is that wicked Gaueston returnd Edw. I priest and liues to be reuengd on thee That wert the onely cause of his exile Gaue. T is true and but for reuerence of these robes Thou shouldst not plod one foote beyond this place Bish. I did no more then I was bound to do And Gaueston vnlesse thou be reclaimd As then I did incense the parlement So will I now and thou shalt back to France Gaue. Sauing your reuerence you must pardon me Edw. Throwe of his golden miter rend his stole And in the channell christen him a new Kent Ah brother lay not violent hands on him For hee le complaine vnto the sea of Rome Gaue. Let him complaine vnto the sea of hell I le be reuengd on him for my exile Edw. No spare his life but seaze vpon his goods Be thou lord bishop and receiue his rents And make him serue thee as thy chaplaine I giue him thee here vse him as thou wilt Gaue. He shall to prison and there die in boults Edw. I to the tower the fleete or where thou wilt Bish. For this offence be thou accurst of God Edw. Whos 's there conueie this priest to the tower Bish. True true Edw. But in the meane time Gaueston away And take possession of his house and goods Come follow me and thou shalt haue my guarde To see it done and bring thee safe againe Gaue. What should a priest do with so faire a house A prison may be his holinesse Enter both the Mortimers Warwicke and Lancaster War T is true the Bishop is in the tower And goods and body giuen to Gaueston Lan. What will they tyrannize vpon the Church Ah wicked king accurssed Gaueston This ground which is corrupted with their steps Shall be their timeles sepulcher or mine Mor. iu. Wel let that peeuish Frenchmā guard him sure Vnlesse his brest be sword proofe he shall die Mor. se. How now why droops the earle of Lancaster Mor. iu. Wherfore is Guy of Warwicke discontent Lan. That villaine Gaueston is made an Earle Mortim. sen. An Earle War I and besides lord Chamberlaine of the realme And secretary to and lord of Man Mor. se. We may not nor we will not suffer this Mor. iu. Why post we not from hence to leuie men Lan. My lord of Cornewall now at euery worde And happie is the man whom he vouchsafes For vailing of his bonnet one good looke Thus arme in arme the king and he dooth marche Nay more the guarde vpon his lordship waites And all the court begins to flatter him War Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king He nods and scornes and smiles at those that passe Mor. se. Doth no man take exceptions at the slaue Lan. All stomack him but none dare speake a word Mor. iu. Ah that bewraies their basenes Lancaster Were all the Earles and Barons of my minde Wee le hale him from the bosome of the king And at the court gate hang the pessant vp Who swolne with venome of ambitious pride Will be the ruine of the realme and vs Enter the Bishop of Canterburie War Here comes my lord of Canterburies grace Lan. His countenance bewraies he is displeasd Bish. First were his sacred garments rent and torne Then laide they violent hands vpon him next Himselfe imprisoned and his goods asceasd This certifie the Pope away take horsse Lan. My lord will you take armes against the king Bish. What neede I God himselfe is vp in armes When violence is offered to the church Mor. iu. Then wil you ioine with vs that be his peeres To banish or behead that Gaueston Bish. VVhat els my lords for it concernes me neere The Bishoprick of Couentrie is his Enter the Queene Mor. iu. Madam whether walks your maiestie so fast Que. Vnto the forrest gentle Mortimer To liue in greefe and balefull discontent For now my lord the king regardes me not But dotes vpon the loue of Gaueston He claps his cheekes and hanges about his neck Smiles in his face and whispers in his eares And when I come he frownes as who should say Go whether thou wilt seeing I haue Gaueston Mor. se. Is it not straunge that he is thus bewitcht Mor. iu. Madam returne vnto the court againe That slie inueigling Frenchman wee le exile Or lose our liues and yet ere that day come The king shall lose his crowne for we haue power And courage to to be reuengde at full Bish. But yet lift not your swords against the king Lan. No but wee le lift Gaueston from hence War And war must be the meanes or hee le stay stil Queen Then let him stay for rather then my lord Shall be opprest by ciuill mutinies I wil endure a melancholie life And let him frollick with his minion Bish. My lords to eaze all this but heare me speake VVe and the rest that are his counsellers VVill meete and with a generall consent Confirme his banishment with our handes and seales Lan. VVhat we confirme the king will frustrate Mor. iu. Then may we lawfully reuolt from him War But say my lord where shall this meeting bee Bish. At the new temple Mor. iu. Content And in the meane time I le intreat you all To crosse to Lambeth and there stay with me Lan. Come then le ts away

Mor. iu. Madam farewell Qu. Farewell sweet Mortimer and for my sake Forbeare to leuie armes against the king Mor. iu. I if words will serue if not I must Enter Gaueston and the earle of Kent Gau. Edmund the mightie prince of Lancaster That hath more earldomes then an asse can beare And both the Mortimers two goodly men VVith Guie of VVarwick that redoubted knight Are gone towards Lambeth there let them remaine Exeunt Enter Nobiles Lan. Here is the forme of Gauestons exile May it please your lordship to subscribe your name Bish. Giue me the paper Lan. Quick quick my lorde I long to write my name War But I long more to see him banisht hence Mor. iu. The name of Mortimer shall fright the king Vnlesse he be declinde from that base pesant Enter the King and Gaueston Edw. VVhat are you mou'd that Gaueston sits heere It is our pleasure we will haue it so Lan. Your grace doth wel to place him by your side For no where else the new earle is so safe Mor. se. VVhat man of noble birth can brooke this sight Quam male conueniunt See what a scornfull looke the pesant casts Penb. Can kinglie Lions fawne on creeping Ants War Ignoble vassaile that like Phaeton Aspir'st vnto the guidance of the sunne Mor. iu. Their downfall is at hand their forces downe VVe will not thus be facst and ouerpeerd Edw. Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer Mor. se. Lay hands on that traitor Gaueston Kent Is this the dutie that you owe your king War VVe know our duties let him know his peeres Edw. Whether will you beare him stay or ye shall die Mor. se. VVe are no traitors therefore threaten not Gau. No threaten not my lord but pay them home VVere I a king Mor. iu. Thou villaine wherfore talkes thou of a king That hardly art a gentleman by birth Edw. VVere he a peasant being my minion I le make the prowdest of you stoope to him Lan. My lord you may not thus disparage vs Away I say with hatefull Gaueston Mort. se. And with the earle of Kent that fauors him Edw. Nay then lay violent hands vpon your king Here Mortimer sit thou in Edwards throne Warwicke and Lancaster weare you my crowne VVas euer king thus ouer rulde as I Lan. Learne then to rule vs better and the realme Mor. iu. VVhat we haue done our hart bloud shall maintaine War Think you that we can brooke this vpstart pride Edw. Anger and wrathfull furie stops my speech Bish. VVhy are you moou'd be patient my lord And see what we your councellers haue done Mor. iu. My lords now let vs all be resolute And either haue our wils or lose our liues Edw. Meete you for this proud ouerdaring peeres Ere my sweete Gaueston shall part from me This I le shall fleete vpon the Ocean And wander to the vnfrequented Inde Bish. You know that I am legate to the Pope On your allegeance to the sea of Rome Subscribe as we haue done to his exile Mor. iu. Curse him if he refuse and then may we Depose him and elect an other king Edw. I there it goes but yet I will not yeeld Curse me depose me doe the worst you can Lan. Then linger not my lord but do it straight Bish. Remember how the Bishop was abusde Either banish him that was the cause thereof Or I will presentlie discharge these lords Of dutie and allegeance due to thee Edw. It bootes me not to threat I must speake faire The Legate of the Pope will be obayd My lord you shal be Chauncellor of the realme Thou Lancaster high admirall of our fleete Yong Mortimer and his vnckle shal be earles And you lord VVarwick president of the North And thou of VVales if this content you not Make seuerall kingdomes of this monarchie And share it equally amongst you all So I may haue some nooke or corner left To frolike with my deerest Gaueston Bish. Nothing shall alter vs wee are resolu'd Lan. Come come subscribe Mor. iu. VVhy should you loue him whome the world hates so Edw. Because he loues me more then all the world Ah none but rude and sauage minded men VVould seeke the ruine of my Gaueston You that be noble borne should pitie him Warwicke You that are princely borne should shake him off For shame subscribe and let the lowne depart Mor. se. Vrge him my lord Bish. Are you content to banish him the realme Edw. I see I must and therefore am content In steede of inke I le write it with my teares Mor. iu. The king is loue-sick for his minion Edw. T is done and now accursed hand fall off Lan. Giue it me I le haue it published in the streetes Mor. in I le see him presently dispatched away Bish. Now is my heart at ease Warw. And so is mine Penb. This will be good newes to the common sort Mor. se. Be it or no he shall not linger here Exeunt Nobiles Edw. How fast they run to banish him I loue They would not stir were it to do me good Why should a king be subiect to a priest Proud Rome that hatchest such imperiall groomes For these thy superstitious taperlights Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze I le fire thy crased buildings and enforce The papall towers to kisse the lowlie ground With slaughtered priests may Tibers channell swell And bankes raisd higher with their sepulchers As for the peeres that backe the cleargie thus If I be king not one of them shall liue Enter Gaueston Gau. My lord I heare it whispered euery where That I am banishd and must flie the land Edw. T is true sweete Gaueston oh were it false The Legate of the Pope will haue it so And thou must hence or I shall be deposd But I will raigne to be reueng'd of them And therefore sweete friend take it patiently Liue where thou wilt I le send thee gould enough And long thou shalt not stay or if thou doost I le come to thee my loue shall neare decline Gaue. Is all my hope turnd to this hell of greefe Edw. Rend not my hart with thy too piercing words Thou from this land I from my selfe am banisht Gau. To go from hence greeues not poore Gaueston But to forsake you in whose gratious lookes The blessednes of Gaueston remaines For no where else seekes he felicitie Edw. And onely this torments my wretched soule That whether I will or no thou must depart Be gouernour of Ireland in my stead And there abide till fortune call thee home Here take my picture and let me weare thine O might I keepe thee heere as I doe this Happie were I but now most miserable Gauest. T is something to be pitied of a king Edw. Thou shalt not hence I le hide thee Gaueston Gau. I shal be found and then t wil greeue me more Edwa. Kinde wordes and mutuall talke makes our greefe greater Therefore with dum imbracement let vs part Stay Gaueston I cannot leaue thee thus Gau. For euery