they appoint their soueraigne His sports his pleasures and his companie Yet ere thou go see how I do deuorce Embrace Spencer Spencer from me now get thee to thy lords And tell them I will come to chastise them For murthering Gaueston hie thee get thee gone Edward with fire and sword followes at thy heeles My lord perceiue you how these rebels swell Souldiers good harts defend your soueraignes right For now euen now we marche to make them stoope Away Exeunt Alarums excursions a great fight and a retreate Enter the king Spencer the father Spencer the sonne and the noblemen of the kings side Edw. Why do we sound retreat vpon them lords This day I shall powre vengeance with my sword On those proud rebels that are vp in armes And do confront and countermaund their king Spen. son I doubt it not my lord right will preuaile Spen. fa. T is not amisse my liege for eyther part To breathe a while our men with sweat and dust All chockt well neare begin to faint for heate And this retire refresheth horse and man Spen. son Heere come the rebels Enter the Barons Mortimer Lancaster Warwick Penbrooke cum caeteris Mor. Looke Lancaster yonder is Edward among his flatterers Lan. And there let him bee till hee pay deerely for their companie War And shall or Warwicks sword shal smite in vaine Edw. What rebels do you shrinke and sound retreat Mor. iu. No Edward no thy flatterers faint and flie Lan. Th 'ad best betimes forsake thee and their trains For thei le betray thee traitors as they are Spen. so Traitor on thy face rebellious Lancaster Pen. Away base vpstart brau'st thou nobles thus Spen. fa. A noble attempt and honourable deed Is it not trowe ye to assemble aide And leuie armes against your lawfull king Edw. For which ere long their heads shall satisfie T' appeaze the wrath of their offended king Mor. iu. Then Edward thou wilt fight it to the last And rather bathe thy sword in subiects bloud Then banish that pernicious companie Edw. I traitors all rather then thus be braude Make Englands ciuill townes huge heapes of stones And plowes to go about our pallace gates War A desperate and vnnaturall resolution Alarum to the fight saint George for England And the Barons right Edw. S. George for England and king Edwards right Enter Edward with the Barons captiues Edw. Now lustie lords now not by chance of warre But iustice of the quarrell and the cause Vaild is your pride me thinkes you hang the head But wee le aduance them traitors now t is time To be auengd on you for all your braues And for the murther of my deerest friend To whome right well you knew our soule was knit Good Pierce of Gaueston my sweet fauoret A rebels recreants you made him away Edm. Brother in regard of thee and of thy land Did they remooue that flatterer from thy throne Edw. So sir you haue spoke away auoid our presence Accursed wretches wa st in regard of vs When we had sent our messenger to request He might be spared to come to speake with vs And Penbrooke vndertooke for his returne That thou proud Warwicke watcht the prisoner Poore Pierce and headed him against lawe of armes For which thy head shall ouer looke the rest As much as thou in rage out wentst the rest War Tyrant I scorne thy threats and menaces T is but temporall that thou canst inflict Lan. The worst is death and better die to liue Then liue in infamie vnder such a king Edw. Away with them my lord of Winchester These lustie leaders Warwicke and Lancaster I charge you roundly off with both their heads away War Farewell vaine worlde Lan. Sweete Mortimer farewell Mor. iu. England vnkinde to thy nobilitie Grone for this greefe behold how thou art maimed Edw. Go take that haughtie Mortimer to the tower There see him safe bestowed and for the rest Do speedie execution on them all be gon Mor. iu. What Mortimer can ragged stonie walle ensure thy vertue that aspires to heauen No Edward Englands scourge it may not be Mortimers hope surmounts his fortune farre Edw. Sound drums and trumpets marche with me my friends Edward this day hath crownd him king a new Exit Manent Spencer filius Lewne Baldock Spen. Lewne the trust that we repose in thee Begets the quiet of king Edwards land Therefore be gon in hast and with aduice Bestowe that treasure on the lords of Fraunce That therewith all enchaunted like the guarde That suffered Ioue to passe in showers of golde To Danae all aide may be denied To Isabell the Queene that now in France Makes friends to crosse the seas with her yong sonne And step into his fathers regiment Lew. That 's it these Barons and the subtill Queene Long leuied at Bald. Yea but Lewne thou seest These Barons lay their heads on blocks together What they intend the hangman frustrates cleane Lewn Haue you no doubts my lords I le claps close Among the lords of France with Englands golde That Isabell shall make her plaints in vaine And Fraunce shall be obdurat with her teares Spen. Then make for Fraunce amaine Lewne away Proclaime king Edwards warres and victories Exeunt omnes Enter Edmund Edm. Faire blowes the winde for Fraunce blowe gentle gale Till Edmund be arriude for Englands good Nature yeeld to my countries cause in this A brother no a butcher of thy friends Proud Edward doost thou banish me thy presence But I le to Fraunce and cheere the wronged Queene And certifie what Edwards loosenes is Vnnaturall king to slaughter noble men And cherish flatterers Mortimer I stay Thy sweet escape stand gratious gloomie night to his deuice Enter Mortimer disguised Mor. iu. Holla who walketh there i st you my lord Edm. Mortimer t is I but hath thy potion wrought so happilie Mor. iu. It hath my lord the warders all a sleepe I thanke them gaue me leaue to passe in peace But hath your grace got shipping vnto Fraunce Edm. Feare it not Exeunt Enter the Queene and her sonne Qu. A boye our friends do faile vs all in Fraunce The lords are cruell and the king vnkinde What shall we doe Prince Madam returne to England And please my father well and then a Fig For all my vnckles frienship here in Fraunce I warrant you I le winne his highnes quicklie A loues me better than a thousand Spencers Qu. A boye thou art deceiude at least in this To thinke that we can yet be tun'd together No no we warre too farre vnkinde Valoys Vnhappie Isabell when Fraunce reiects Whether O whether doost thou bend thy steps Enter sir Iohn of Henolt S. Ioh. Madam what cheere Qu. A good sir Iohn of Henolt Neuer so cheereles nor so farre distrest S. Ioh. I heare sweete lady of the kings vnkindenes But droope not madam noble mindes contemne Despaire will your grace with me to Henolt And there stay times aduantage with your sonne How say you my Lord will
with some colour rise in armes For howsoeuer we haue borne it out T is treason to be vp against the king So shall we haue the people of our side Which for his fathers sake leane to the king But cannot brooke a night growne mushrump Such a one as my Lord of Cornewall is Should beare vs downe of the nobilitie And when the commons and the nobles ioyne T is not the king can buckler Gaueston Wee le pull him from the strongest hould he hath My lords if to performe this I be slack Thinke me as base a groome as Gaueston Lan. On that condition Lancaster will graunt War And so will Penbrooke and I Mor. se. And I Mor. iu. In this I count me highly gratified And Mortimer will rest at your commaund Qu. And when this fauour Isabell forgets Then let her liue abandond and forlorne But see in happie time my lord the king Hauing brought the Earle of Cornewall on his way Is new returnd this newes will glad him much Yet not so much as me I loue him more Then he can Gaueston would he lou'd me But halfe so much then were I treble blest Enter king Edward moorning Edw. Hee s gone and for his absence thus I moorne Did neuer sorrow go so neere my heart As dooth the want of my sweete Gaueston And could my crownes reuenew bring him back I would freelie giue it to his enemies And thinke I gaind hauing bought so deare a friend Qu. Harke how he harpes vpon his minion Edw. My heart is as an anuill vnto sorrow Which beates vpon it like the Cyclops hammers And with the noise turnes vp my giddie braine And makes me frantick for my Gaueston Ah had some bloudlesse furie rose from hell And with my kinglie scepter stroke me dead When I was forst to leaue my Gaueston Lan. Diablo what passions call you these Qu. My gratious lord I come to bring you newes Edw. That you haue parled with your Mortimer Qu. That Gaueston my Lord shal be repeald Edw. Repeald the newes is too sweet to be true Qu. But will you loue me if you finde it so Edw. If it be so what will not Edward do Qu. For Gaueston but not for Isabell Edw. For thee faire Queene if thou louest Gaueston I le hang a golden tongue about thy neck Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good successe Qu. No other iewels hang about my neck Then these my lord nor let me haue more wealth Then I may fetch from this ritch treasurie O how a kisse reuiues poore Isabell Edw. Once more receiue my hand and let this be A second mariage twixt thy selfe and me Qu. And may it prooue more happie then the first My gentle lord be these nobles faire That waite attendance for a gratious looke And on their knees salute your maiestie Edw. Couragious Lancaster imbrace thy king And as grosse vapours perish by the sunne Euen so let hatred with thy soueraigne smile Liue thou with me as my companion Lan. This salutation ouerioyes my heart Edw. Warwick shal be my chiefest counseller These siluer haires will more adorne my court Then gaudie silkes or rich imbrotherie Chide me sweete Warwick if I go astray War Slay me my lord when I offend your grace Edw. In sollemne triumphes and in publike showes Penbrooke shall beare the sword before the king Pen. And with this sword Penbrooke wil fight for you Edw. But wherefore walkes yong Mortimer aside Be thou commaunder of our royall fleete Or if that loftie office like thee not I make thee heere lord Marshall of the realme Mor. iu. My lord I le marshall so your enemies As England shall be quiet and you safe Edw. And as for you lord Mortimer of Chirke Whose great atchiuements in our forrain warre Deserues no common place nor meane reward Be you the generall of the leuied troopes That now are readie to assaile the Scots Mor. se. In this your grace hath highly honoured me For with my nature warre doth best agree Qu. Now is the king of England riche and strong Hauing the loue of his renowned peeres Edw. I Isabell nere was my heart so light Clarke of the crowne direct our warrant forth For Gaueston to Ireland Beamont flie As fast as Iris or Ioues Mercurie Beam It shal be done my gratious Lord Edw. Lord Mortimer we leaue you to your charge Now let vs in and feast it roiallie Against our friend the earle of Cornewall comes Wee le haue a generall tilt and turnament And then his mariage shal be solemnized For wot you not that I haue made him sure Vnto our cosin the earle of Glosters heire Lan. Such newes we heare my lord Edw. That day if not for him yet for my sake Who in the triumphe will be challenger Spare for no cost we will requite your loue Warwick In this or ought your highnes shall commaund vs Edward Thankes gentle Warwick come le ts in and reuell Exeunt Manent Mortimers Mor. se. Nephue I must to Scotland thou staiest here Leaue now to oppose thy selfe against the king Thou seest by nature he is milde and calme And seeing his minde so dotes on Gaueston Let him without controulement haue his will The mightiest kings haue had their minions Great Alexander loude Ephestion The conquering Hector for Hilas wept And for Patroclus sterne Achillis droopt And not kings onelie but the wisest men The Romaine Tullie loued Octauis Graue Socrates wilde Alcibiades Then let his grace whose youth is flexible And promiseth as much as we can wish Freely enioy that vaine light-headed earle For riper yeares will weane him from such toyes Mor. iu. Vnckle his wanton humor greeues not me But this I scorne that one so baselie borne Should by his soueraignes fauour grow so pert And riote it with the treasure of the realme While souldiers mutinie for want of paie He weares a lords reuenewe on his back And Midas like he iets it in the court With base outlandish cullions at his heeles Whose proud fantastick liueries make such show As if that Proteus god of shapes appearde I haue not seene a dapper lack so briske He weares a short Italian hooded cloake Larded with pearle and in his tuskan cap A iewell of more value then the crowne Whiles other walke below the king and he From out a window laugh at such as we And floute our traine and iest at our attire Vnckle t is this that makes me impatient Mor. se. But nephew now you see the king is changd Mor. iu. Then so am I and liue to do him seruice But whiles I haue a sword a hand a hart I will not yeeld to any such vpstart You know my minde come vnckle le ts away Exeunt Enter Spencer and Balduck Bald. Spencer seeing that our Lord th' earle of Glosters dead Which of the nobles dost thou meane to serue Spen. Not Mortimer nor any of his side Because the king and he are enemies Baldock learne this of me a factious lord Shall hardly do
you go with your friends And shake off all our fortunes equallie Prin. So pleaseth the Queene my mother me it likes The king of England nor the court of Fraunce Shall haue me from my gratious mothers side Till I be strong enough to breake a staffe And then haue at the proudest Spencers head Sir Iohn Well said my lord Qu. Oh my sweet hart how do I mone thy wrongs Yet triumphe in the hope of thee my ioye Ah sweete sir Iohn euen to the vtmost verge Of Europe or the shore of Tanaise Will we with thee to Henolt so we will The Marques is a noble Gentleman His grace I dare presume will welcome me But who are these Enter Edmund and Mortimer Edm. Madam long may you liue Much happier then your friends in England do Qu. Lord Edmund and lord Mortimer aliue Welcome to Fraunce the newes was heere my lord That you were dead or very neare your death Mor. iu. Lady the last was truest of the twaine But Mortimer reserude for better hap Hath shaken off the thraldome of the tower And liues t' aduance your standard good my lord Prin. How meane you and the king my father liues No my lord Mortimer not I I trow Qu. Not sonne why not I would it were no worse But gentle lords friendles we are in Fraunce Mor. iu. Mounsier le Grand a noble friend of yours Tould vs at our arriuall all the newes How hard the nobles how vnkinde the king Hath shewed himself but madam right makes roome Where weapons want and though a many friends Are made away as Warwick Lancaster And others of our partie and faction Yet haue we friends assure your grace in England Would cast vp cappes and clap their hands for ioy To see vs there appointed for our foes Edm. Would all were well and Edward well reclaimd For Englands honor peace and quietnes Mort. But by the sword my lord it must be deseru'd The king will nere forsake his flatterers S. Ioh. My Lords of England sith the vngentle king Of Fraunce refuseth to giue aide of armes To this distressed Queene his sister heere Go you with her to Henolt doubt yee not We will finde comfort money men and friends Ere long to bid the English king a base How say yong Prince what thinke you of the match Prin. I thinke king Edward will out run vs all Qu. Nay soune not so and you must not discourage Your friends that are so forward in your aide Edm. Sir Iohn of Henolt pardon vs I pray These comforts that you giue our wofull queene Binde vs in kindenes all at your commaund Qu. Yea gentle brother and the God of heauen Prosper your happie motion good sir Iohn Mor. iu. This noble gentleman forward in armes Was borne I see to be our anchor hold Sir Iohn of Henolt be it thy renowne That Englands Queene and nobles in distresse Haue beene by thee restored and comforted S. Iohn Madam along and you my lord with me That Englands peeres may Henolts welcome see Enter the king Matr. the two Spencers with others Edw. Thus after many threats of wrathfull warre Triumpheth Englands Edward with his friends And triumph Edward with his friends vncontrould My lord of Gloster do you heare the newes Spen. iu. What newes my lord Edw. Why man they say there is great execution Done through the realme my lord of Arundell You haue the note haue you not Matr. From the lieutenant of the tower my lord Edw. I pray let vs see it what haue we there Read it Spencer Spencer reads their names Why so they barkt a pace a month a goe Now on my life thei le neither barke nor bite Now sirs the newes from Fraunce Gloster I trowe The lords of Fraunce loue Englands gold so well As Isabell gets no aide from thence What now remaines haue you proclaimed my lord Reward for them can bring in Mortimer Spen. iu. My lord we haue and if he be in England A will be had ere long I doubt it not Edw. If doost thou say Spencer as true as death He is in Englands ground our port-maisters Are not so careles of their kings commaund Enter a Poaste How now what newes with thee from whence come these Post Letters my lord and tidings foorth of Fraunce To you my lord of Gloster from Lewne Edward Reade Spencer reades the letter My dutie to your honor promised c. I haue according to instructions in that behalfe dealt with the king of Fraunce his lords and effected that the Queene all discontented and discomforted is gone whither if you aske with sir Iohn of Henolt brother to the Marquesse into Flaunders with them are gone lord Edmund and the lord Mortimer hauing in their company diuers of your nation and others and as constant report goeth they intend to giue king Edward battell in England sooner then he can looke for them this is all the newes of import Your honors in all seruice Lewne Edw. A villaines hath that Mortimer escapt With him is Edmund gone associate And will sir Iohn of Henolt lead the round Welcome a Gods name Madam and your sonne England shall welcome you and all your route Gallop a pace bright Phoebus through the skie And duskie night in rustie iron carre Betweene you both shorten the time I pray That I may see that most desired day When we may meet these traitors in the field Ah nothing greeues me but my little boye Is thus misled to countenance their ils Come friends to Bristow there to make vs strong And windes as equall be to bring them in As you iniurious were to beare them foorth Enter the Queene her sonne Edmund Mortimer and sir Iohn Qu. Now lords our louing friends and countrimen Welcome to England all with prosperous windes Our kindest friends in Belgia haue we left To cope with friends at home a heauie case When force to force is knit and sword and gleaue In ciuill broiles makes kin and country men Slaughter themselues in others and their sides With their owne weapons gorde but what 's the helpe Misgouerned kings are cause of all this wrack And Edward thou art one among them all Whose loosnes hath betrayed thy land to spoyle And made the channels ouerflow with blood Of thine own people patrō shouldst thou be but thou Mor. iu. Nay madam if you be a warriar Ye must not grow so passionate in speeches Lords sith that we are by sufferance of heauen Arriude and armde in this princes right Heere for our countries cause sweare we to him All homage fealtie and forwardnes And for the open wronges and iniuries Edward hath done to vs his Queene and land We come in armes to wrecke it with the swords That Englands queene in peace may reposesse Her dignities and honors and withall We may remooue these flatterers from the king That hauocks Englands wealth and treasurie S. Io. Sound trūpets my lord forward let vs martch Edward will thinke we come to flatter him Edm. I would he