Gaueston Whose mounting thoughts did neuer creepe so low As to bestow a looke on such as you Lan. Yet I disdaine not to doe this for you Edw. Treason treason wher 's the traitor Pen. Heere here King conuey hence Gaueston thai le murder him Gau. The life of thee shall salue this foule disgrace Mor. iu. Villaine thy life vnlesse I misse mine aime Qu. Ah furious Mortimer what hast thou done Mor. No more then I would answere were he slaine Ed. Yes more then thou canst answer though he liue Deare shall you both abie this riotous deede Out of my presence come not neere the court Mor. iu. I le not be barde the court for Gaueston Lan. Wee le haile him by the eares vnto the block Edw. Looke to your owne heads his is sure enough War Looke to your owne crowne if you back him thus Edm. Warwicke these words do ill beseeme thy yeares Edw. Nay all of them conspire to crosse me thus But if I liue I le tread vpon their heads That thinke with high lookes thus to tread me down Come Edmund le ts away and leuie men T is warre that must abate these Barons pride Exit the King War Le ts to our castels for the king is mooude Mor. iu. Moou'd may he be and perish in his wrath Lan. Cosin it is no dealing with him now He meanes to make vs stoope by force of armes And therefore let vs iointlie here protest To prosecute that Gaueston to the death Mor. iu. By heauen the abiect villaine shall not liue War I le haue his bloud or die in seeking it Pen. The like oath Penbrooke takes Lan. And so doth Lancaster Now send our Heralds to defie the King And make the people sweare to put him downe Enter a Poast Mor. iu. Letters from whence Messen. From Scotland my lord Lan. Why how now cosin how fares all our friends Mor. iu. My vnckles taken prisoner by the Scots Lā. Wee l haue him ransomd man be of good cheere Mor. They rate his ransome at fiue thousand pound Who should defray the money but the King Seeing he is taken prisoner in his warres I le to the King Lan. Do cosin and I le beare thee companie War Meane time my lord of Penbrooke and my selfe Will to Newcastell heere and gather head Mor. iu. About it then and we will follow you Lan. Be resolute and full of secrecie War I warrant you Mor. iu. Cosin and if he will not ransome him I le thunder such a peale into his eares As neuer subiect did vnto his King Lan. Content I le beare my part holl a whos 's there Mor. iu I marry such a garde as this dooth well Lan. Lead on the way Guard Whither will your lordships Mor. iu. Whither else but to the King Guar. His highnes is disposde to be alone Lan. Why so he may but we will speake to him Guard You may not in my lord Mor. iu. May we not Edw. How now what noise is this Who haue we there i st you Mor. Nay stay my lord I come to bring you newes Mine vnckles taken prisoner by the Scots Edw. Then ransome him Lan. T was in your wars you should ransome him Mor iu. And you shall ransome him or else Edm. What Mortimer you will not threaten him Edw. Quiet your self you shall haue the broad seale To gather for him thoroughout the realme Lan. Your minion Gaueston hath taught you this Mor. iu. My lord the familie of the Mortimers Are not so poore but would they sell their land Would leuie men enough to anger you We neuer beg but vse such praiers as these Edw. Shall I still be haunted thus Mor. iu. Nay now you are heere alone I le speake my minde Lan. And so will I and then my lord farewell Mor. The idle triumphes maskes lasciuious showes And prodigall gifts bestowed on Gaueston Haue drawne thy treasure drie and made thee weake The murmuring commons ouerstretched hath Lan. Looke for rebellion looke to be deposde Thy garrisons are beaten out of Fraunce And lame and poore lie groning at the gates The wilde Oneyle with swarmes of Irish Kernes Liues vncontroulde within the English pale Vnto the walles of Yorke the Scots made rode And vnresisted draue away riche spoiles Mor. iu. The hautie Dane commands the narrow seas While in the harbor ride thy ships vnrigd Lan. What forraine prince sends thee embassadors Mor. Who loues thee but a sort of flatterers Lan. Thy gentle Queene sole sister to Valoys Complaines that thou hast left her all forlorne Mor. Thy court is naked being bereft of those That makes a king seeme glorious to the world I meane the peeres whom thou shouldst dearly loue Libels are cast againe thee in the streete Ballads and rimes made of thy ouerthrow Lan. The Northren borderers seeing the houses burnt Their wiues and children slaine run vp and downe Cursing the name of thee and Gaueston Mor. When wert thou in the field with banner spred But once and then thy souldiers marcht like players With garish robes not armor and thy selfe Bedaubd with golde rode laughing at the rest Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest Where womens fauors hung like labels downe Lan. And thereof came it that the fleering Scots To Englands high disgrace haue made this Iig Maids of England sore may you moorne For your lemmons you haue lost at Bannocks borne With a heaue and a ho VVhat weeneth the king of England So soone to haue woone Scotland With a rombelow Mor. Wigmore shall flie to set my vnckle free Lan. And when t is gone our swordes shall purchase more If ye be moou'de reuenge it as you can Looke next to see vs with our ensignes spred Exeunt Nobiles Edwa. My swelling hart for very anger breakes How oft haue I beene baited by these peeres And dare not be reuengde for their power is great Yet shall the crowing of these cockerels Affright a Lion Edward vnfolde thy pawes And let their liues bloud slake thy furies hunger If I be cruell and growe tyrannous Now let them thanke themselues and rue too late Kent My lord I see your loue to Gaueston VVill be the ruine of the realme and you For now the wrathfull nobles threaten warres And therefore brother banish him for euer Edw. Art thou an enemie to my Gaueston Kent I and it greeues me that I fauoured him Edw. Traitor be gone whine thou with Mortimer Kent So will I rather then with Gaueston Edw. Out of my sight and trouble me no more Kent No maruell though thou scorne thy noble peeres VVhen I thy brother am reiected thus Exit Edw. Away poore Gaueston that hast no friend but me Do what they can wee le liue in Tinmoth here And so I walke with him about the walles VVhat care I though the Earles be girt vs round Heere comes she that 's cause of all these iarres Enter the Queene Ladies 3 Baldock and Spencer Qu. My lord t is thought the Earles are vp in armes
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
neuer had bin flattered more Enter the King Baldock and Spencer the sonne flying about the stage Spe. Fly fly my Lord the Queene is ouerstrong Her friends doe multiply and yours doe fayle Shape we our course to Ireland there to breath Edw. What was I borne to flye and runne away And leaue the Mortimers conquerers behind Giue me my horse and le ts r'enforce our troupes And in this bed of honor die with fame Bal. O no my lord this princely resolution Fits not the time away we are pursu'd Edmund alone with a sword and target Edm. This way he fled but I am come too late Edward alas my hart relents for thee Proud traytor Mortimer why doost thou chase Thy lawfull king thy soueraigne with thy sword Vilde wretch and why hast thou of all vnkinde Borne armes against thy brother and thy king Raigne showers of vengeance on my cursed head Thou God to whom in iustice it belongs To punish this vnnaturall reuolt Edward this Mortimer aimes at thy life O fly him then but Edmund calme this rage Dissemble or thou diest for Mortimer And Isabell doe kisse while they conspire And yet she beares a face of loue forsooth Fie on that loue that hatcheth death and hate Edmund away Bristow to Longshankes blood Is false be not found single for suspect Proud Mortimer pries neare into thy walkes Enter the Queene Mortimer the young Prince and Sir Iohn of Henolt Qu. Succesfull battells giues the God of kings To them that fight in right and feare his wrath Since then succesfully we haue preuayled Thankes be heauens great architect and you Ere farther we proceede my noble lordes We heere create our welbeloued sonne Of loue and care vnto his royall person Lord warden of the realme and sith the fates Haue made his father so infortunate Deale you my lords in this my louing lords As to your wisdomes fittest seemes in all Edm. Madam without offence if I may aske How will you deale with Edward in his fall Prince Tell me good vnckle what Edward doe you meane Edm. Nephew your father I dare not call him king Mor. My lord of Kent what needes these questions T is not in her controulment nor in ours But as the realme and parlement shall please So shall your brother be disposed of I like not this relenting moode in Edmund Madam t is good to looke to him betimes Qu. My lord the Maior of Bristow knows our mind Mor. Yea madam and they scape not easilie That fled the feeld Qu. Baldock is with the king A goodly chauncelor is he not my lord S. Ioh. So are the Spencers the father and the sonne Edm. This Edward is the ruine of the realme Enter Rice ap Howell and the Maior of Bristow with Spencer the father Rice God saue Queene Isabell her princely sonne Madam the Maior and Citizens of Bristow In signe of loue and dutie to this presence Present by me this traitor to the state Spencer the father to that wanton Spencer That like the lawles Catiline of Rome Reueld in Englands wealth and treasurie Qu. We thanke you all Mor. iu. Your louing care in this Deserueth princelie fauors and rewardes But where 's the king and the other Spencer fled Rice Spencer the sonne created earle of Gloster Is with that smoothe toongd scholler Baldock gone And shipt but late for Ireland with the king Mort. iu. Some whirle winde fetche them backe or sincke them all They shal be started thence I doubt it not Prin. Shall I not see the king my father yet Edmund Vnhappie Edward chaste from Englands bounds S. Ioh. Madam what resteth why stand ye in a muse Qu. I rue my lords ill fortune but alas Care of my countrie cald me to this warre Mort. Madam haue done with care sad complaine Your king hath wrongd your countrie and himselfe And we must seeke to right it as we may Meane while haue hence this rebell to the blocke Your lordship cannot priuiledge your head Spen. pa. Rebell is he that fights against his prince So fought not they that fought in Edwards right Mort. Take him away he prates you Rice ap howell Shall do good seruice to her Maiestie Being of countenance in your countrey here To follow these rebellious runnagates We in meane while madam must take aduise How Baldocke Spencer and their complices May in their fall be followed to their end Exeunt omnes Enter the Abbot Monkes Edward Spencer and Baldocke Abbot Haue you no doubt my Lorde haue you no feare As silent and as carefull will we be To keepe your royall person safe with vs Free from suspect and fell inuasion Of such as haue your maiestie in chase Your selfe and those your chosen companie As daunger of this stormie time requires Edwa. Father thy face should harbor no deceit O hadst thou euer beene a king thy hart Pierced deeply with sence of my distresse Could not but take compassion of my state Stately and proud in riches and in traine Whilom I was powerfull and full of pompe But what is he whome rule and emperie Haue not in life or death made miserable Come Spencer come Baldocke come sit downe by me Make triall now of that philosophie That in our famous nurseries of artes Thou suckedst from Plato and from Aristotle Father this life contemplatiue is heauen O that I might this life in quiet lead But we alas are chaste and you my friends Your liues and my dishonor they pursue Yet gentle monkes for treasure golde nor fee Do you betray vs and our companie Monks Your grace may sit secure if none but wee doe wot of your abode Spen. Not one aliue but shrewdly I suspect A gloomie fellow in a meade belowe A gaue a long looke after vs my lord And all the land I know is vp in armes Armes that pursue our liues with deadly hate Bald. We were imbarkt for Ireland wretched we With awkward windes and sore tempests driuen To fall on shoare and here to pine in feare Of Mortimer and his confederates Edw. Mortimer who talkes of Mortimer Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer That bloudy man good father on thy lap Lay I this head laden with mickle care O might I neuer open these eyes againe Neuer againe lift vp this drooping head O neuer more lift vp this dying hart Spen. son Looke vp my lord Baldock this drowsines Betides no good here euen we are betraied Enter with Welch hookes Rice vp Howell a Mower and the Earle of Leicester Mower Vpon my life those be the men ye see Rice Fellow enough my lord I pray be short A faire commission warrants what we do Lei. The Queenes commission vrgd by Mortimer What cannot gallant Mortimer with the Queene Alas see where he sits and hopes vnseene T' escape their hands that seeke to reaue his life Too true it is quem dies vidit veniens superbum Hunc dies vidit fugiens iacentem But Leister leaue to growe so passionate Spencer and Baldocke