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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

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. Imprinted at London for William Iones dwelling neere Holbourne conduit at the signe of the Gunne 1594 The troublesome raigne and lamentable death of Edward the second king of England with the tragicall fall of proud Mortimer Enter Gauestone reading on a letter that was brought him from the king MY father is deceast come Gaueston And share the kingdom with thy deerest friend Ah words that make me surfet with delight What greater blisse can hap to Gaueston Then liue and be the fauorit of a king Sweete prince I come these these thy amorous lines Might haue enforst me to haue swum from France And like Leander gaspt vpon the sande So thou wouldst smile and take me in thy armes The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elizium to a new come soule Not that I loue the citie or the men But that it harbors him I hold so deare The king vpon whose bosome let me die And with the world be still at enmitie What neede the artick people loue star-light To whom the sunne shines both by day and night Farewell base stooping to the lordly peeres My knee shall bowe to none but to the king As for the multitude that are but sparkes Rakt vp in embers of their pouertie Tauti I le fanne first on the winde That glaunceth at my lips and flieth away But how now what are these Enter three poore men Poore men Such as desire your worships seruice Gauest. What canst thou doe 1. poore I can ride Gauest. But I haue no horses What art thou 2. poore A traueller Gauest. Let me see thou wouldst do well To waite at my trencher tell me lies at dinner time And as I like your discoursing I le haue you And what art thou 3. poore A souldier that hath seru'd against the Scot Gauest. Why there are hospitals for such as you I haue no warre and therefore sir be gone Seld. Farewell and perish by a souldiers hand That wouldst reward them with an hospitall Gau. I I these wordes of his moue me as much As if a Goose should play the Porpintine And dart her plumes thinking to pierce my brest But yet it is no paine to speake men faire I le flatter these and make them liue in hope You know that I came lately out of France And yet I haue not viewd my Lord the king If I speed well I le entertaine you all Omnes We thanke your worship Gauest. I haue some busines leaue me to my selfe Omnes We will wait heere about the court Exeunt Gauest. Do these are not men for me I must haue wanton Poets pleasant wits Musitians that with touching of a string May draw the pliant king which way I please Musicke and poetrie is his delight Therefore I le haue Italian maskes by night Sweete speeches comedies and pleasing showes And in the day when he shall walke abroad Like Siluian Nimphes my pages shall be clad My men like Satyres grazing on the lawnes Shall with their Goate feete daunce an antick hay Sometime a louelie boye in Dians shape With haire that gilds the water as it glides Crownets of pearle about his naked armes And in his sportfull hands an Oliue tree To hide those parts which men delight to see Shall bathe him in a spring and there hard by One like Actaeon peeping through the groue Shall by the angrie goddesse be transformde And running in the likenes of an Hart By yelping hounds puld downe and seeme to die Such things as these best please his maiestie My lord heere comes the king and the nobles From the parlament I le stand aside Enter the King Lancaster Mortimer senior Mortimer iunior Edmund Earle of Kent Guie Earle of Warwicke c. Edward Lancaster Lancast. My Lorde Gauest. That Earle of Lancaster do I abhorre Edw. Will you not graunt me this in spight of them I le haue my will and these two Mortimers That crosse me thus shall know I am displeasd Mor. se. If you loue vs my lord hate Gaueston Gauest. That villaine Mortimer I le be his death Mor. iu. Mine vnckle heere this Earle I my selfe Were sworne to your father at his death That he should nere returne into the realme And know my lord ere I will breake my oath This sword of mine that should offend your foes Shall sleepe within the scabberd at thy neede And vnderneath thy banners march who will For Mortimer will hang his armor vp Gauest. Mort dieu Edw. Well Mortimer I le make thee rue these words Beseemes it thee to contradict thy king Frownst thou thereat aspiring Lancaster The sworde shall plane the furrowes of thy browes And hew these knees that now are growne so stiffe I will haue Gaueston and you shall know What danger t is to stand against your king Gauest. Well doone Ned Lan. My lord why do you thus incense your peeres That naturally would loue and honour you But for that base and obscure Gaueston Foure Earldomes haue I besides Lancaster Darbie Salsburie Lincolne Leicester These will I sell to giue my souldiers paye Ere Gaueston shall stay within the realme Therefore if he be come expell him straight Edm. Barons Earls your pride hath made me mute But now I le speake and to the proofe I hope I do remember in my fathers dayes Lord Percie of the North being highly mou'd Brau'd Mowberie in presence of the king For which had not his highnes lou'd him well He should haue lost his head but with his looke The vndaunted spirit of Percie was appeasd And Mowberie and he were reconcild Yet dare you braue the king vnto his face Brother reuenge it and let these their heads Preach vpon poles for trespasse of their tongues Warwicke O our heads Edw. I yours and therefore I would wish you graunt Warw. Bridle thy anger gentle Mortimer Mor. iu. I cannot nor I will not I must speake Cosin our hands I hope shall fence our heads And strike off his that makes you threaten vs Come vnckle let vs leaue the brainsick king And henceforth parle with our naked swords Mor. se. Wilshire hath men enough to saue our heads Warw. All Warwickshire will loue him for my sake Lanc. And Northward Gaueston hath many friends Adew my Lord and either change your minde Or looke to see the throne where you should sit To floate in bloud and at thy wanton head The glozing head of thy base minion throwne Exeunt Nobiles Edw. I cannot brooke these hautie menaces Am I a king and must be ouer rulde Brother displaie my ensignes in the field I le bandie with the Barons and the Earles And eyther die or liue with Gaueston Gau. I can no longer keepe me from my lord Edw.

to them but now haue drawne our sword And if they send me not my Gaueston Wee le steele it on their crest and powle their tops Bald. This haught resolue becomes your maiestie Not to be tied to their affection As though your highnes were a schoole boy still And must be awde and gouernd like a child Enter Hugh Spencer an old man father to the yong Spencer with his trunchion and soldiers Spen. pa. Long liue my soueraigne the noble Edward In peace triumphant fortunate in warres Edw. Welcome old man comst thou in Edwards aide Then tell thy prince of whence and what thou art Spen. pa. Loe with a band of bowmen and of pikes Browne bils and targetiers 400 strong Sworne to defend king Edwards royall right I come in person to your maiestie Spencer the father of Hugh Spencer there Bound to your highnes euerlastinglie For fauors done in him vnto vs all Edw. Thy father Spencer Spen. filius True and it like your grace That powres in lieu of all your goodnes showne His life my lord before your princely feete Edw. Welcome ten thousand times old man againe Spencer this loue this kindnes to thy King Argues thy noble minde and disposition Spencer I heere create thee earle of Wilshire And daily will enrich thee with our fauour That as the sun-shine shall reflect ore thee Beside the more to manifest our loue Because we heare Lord Bruse dooth sell his land And that the Mortimers are in hand withall Thou shalt haue crownes of vs t' out the Barons And Spenser spare them not but lay it on Souldier 's a largis and thrice welcome all Spen. My lord here comes the Queene Enter the Queene and her sonne and Lewne a Frenchman Edw. Madam what newes Qu. Newes of dishonor lord and discontent Our friend Lewne faithfull and full of trust Informeth vs by letters and by words That lord Valoyes our brother king of Fraunce Because your highnesse hath beene slack in homage Hath seazed Normandie into his hands These be the letters this the messenger Edw. Welcome Lewne tush Sib if this be all Valoys and I will soone be friends againe But to my Gaueston shall I neuer see Neuer behold thee now Madam in this matter We will employ you and your little sonne You shall go parley with the king of Fraunce Boye see you beare you brauelie to the king And do your message with a maiestie Prin. Commit not to my youth things of more waigh Then fits a prince so yong as I to beare And feare not lord and father heauens great beames On Atlas shoulder shall not lie more safe Then shall your charge committed to my trust Qu. A boye this towardnes makes thy mother feare Thou art not markt to many daies on earth Edw. Madam we will that you with speed be shipt And this our sonne Lewne shall follow you With all the hast we can dispatch him hence Choose of our lords to beare you companie And go in peace leaue vs in warres at home Qu. Vnnatural wars where subiects braue their king God end them once my lord I take my leaue To make my preparation for Fraunce Enter lord Matre Edw. What lord Matre dost thou come alone Mat. Yea my good lord for Gaueston is dead Edw. Ah traitors haue they put my friend to death Tell me Matre died he ere thou camst Or didst thou see my friend to take his death Matr. Neither my lord for as he was surprizd Begirt with weapons and with enemies round I did your highnes message to them all Demanding him of them entreating rather And said vpon the honour of my name That I would vndertake to carrie him Vnto your highnes and to bring him back Edw. And tell me would the rebels denie me that Spen. Proud recreants Edw. Yea Spencer traitors all Matr. I found them at the first inexorable The earle of Warwick would not bide the hearing Mortimer hardly Penbrooke and Lancaster Spake least and when they flatly had denyed Refusing to receiue me pledge for him The earle of Penbrooke mildlie thus bespake My lords because our soueraigne sends for him And promiseth he shall be safe returnd I will this vndertake to haue him hence And see him redeliuered to your hands Edw. Well and how fortunes that he came not Spen. Some treason or some villanie was cause Mat. The earle of Warwick seazde him on his way For being deliuered vnto Penbrookes men Their lord rode home thinking his prisoner safe But ere he came Warwick in ambush laie And bare him to his death and in a trenche Strake off his head and marcht vnto the campe Spen. A bloudie part flatly against law of armes Edw. O shall I speake or shall I sigh and die Spen. My lord referre your vengeance to the sword Vpon these Barons harten vp your men Let them not vnreuengd murther your friends Aduaunce your standard Edward in the field And marche to sire them from their starting holes Edward kneeles and saith By earth the common mother of vs all By heauen and all the moouing orbes thereof By this right hand and by my fathers sword And all the honors longing to my crowne I will haue heads and liues for him as many As I haue manors castels townes and towers Tretcherous Warwicke traiterous Mortimer If I be Englands king in lakes of gore Your headles trunkes your bodies will I traile That you may drinke your fill and quaffe in bloud And staine my roiall standard with the same That so my bloudie colours may suggest Remembrance of reuenge immortallie On your accursed traiterous progenie You villaines that haue slaine my Gaueston And in this place of honor and of trust Spencer sweet Spencer I adopt thee heere And meerely of our loue we do create thee Earle of Gloster and lord Chamberlaine Despite of times despite of enemies Spen. My lord here 's is a messenger from the Barons Desires accesse vnto your maiestie Edw. Admit him neere Enter the Herald from the Barons with his coate of armes Messen. Long liue king Edward Englands lawful lord Edw. So wish not they I wis that sent thee hither Thou comst from Mortimer and his complices A ranker route of rebels neuer was Well say thy message Messen. The Barons vp in armes by me salute Your highnes with long life and happines And bid me say as plainer to your grace That if without effusion of bloud You will this greefe haue ease and remedie That from your princely person you remooue This Spencer as a putrifying branche That deads the royall vine whose golden leaues Empale your princelie head your diadem Whose brightnes such pernitious vpstarts dim Say they and louinglie aduise your grace To cherish vertue and nobilitie And haue old seruitors in high esteeme And shake off smooth dissembling flatterers This graunted they their honors and their liues Are to your highnesse vowd and consecrate Spen. A traitors will they still display their pride Edw. Away tarrie no answer but be gon Rebels will