Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 520 words
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What Gaveston, welcome: kiss not my hand, Embrace me Gaveston as I do thee: Why shouldst thou kneel, Knowest thou not who I am? Thy friend, thyself, another Gaveston, Not Hilas was more mourned of Hercules, Than thou hast been of me since thy exile. And since I went from hence, no soul in hell Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston. I know it, brother welcome home my friend, Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire, And that high minded earl of Lancaster, I have my wish, in that I joy thy sight, And sooner shall the sea over whelm my land, Then bear the ship that shall transport thee hence: I here create thee Lord high Chamberlain, Chief Secretary to the state and me, Earl of Cornwall, king and lord of Man. My lord, these titles far exceed my worth. Brother, the least of these may well suffice For one of greater birth than Gaveston. Cease brother, for I cannot brook these words, Thy worth sweet friend is far above my gifts, Therefore to equal it receive my heart, If for these dignities thou be envied, I'll give thee more, for but to honour thee, Is Edward pleased with kingly regiment. Fearest thou thy person? thou shalt have a guard: Wants thou gold? go to my treasury, Wouldst thou be loud and feared? receive my seal, Save or condemn, and in our name command, What so thy mind affects or fancy likes. It shall suffice me to enjoy your love, Which whiles I have, I think myself as great, As Caesar riding in the Roman street, With captive kings at his triumphant Car. Whether goes my Lord of Couentrie so fast? To celebrate your father's exequies, But is that wicked Gaveston returned? I priest, and lives to be revenged on thee, That wert the only cause of his exile. 'tis true, and but for reverence of these robes, Thou shouldst not plod one foot beyond this place. I did no more than I was bound to do, And Gaveston unless thou be reclaimed, As than I did incense the parliament, So will I now, and thou shalt back to France. Saving your reverence, you must pardon me. Throw of his golden mitre, rend his stole, And in the channel christian him anew. Ah brother, lay not violent hands on him, For he'll complain unto the see of Rome. Let him complain unto the sea of hell, I'll be revenged on him for my exile. No, spare his life, but seize upon his goods, Be thou lord bishop, and receive his rents, And make him serve thee as thy chaplain, I give him thee, here use him as thou wilt. He shall to prison, and there die in bolts. I to the tower, the fleet, or where thou wilt. For this offence be thou accursed of God. whose's there? convey this priest to the tower. True, true. But in the mean time Gaveston away, And take possession of his house and goods, Come follow me, and thou shalt have my guard, To see it done, and bring thee safe again.
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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. And since I went from hence, no soule in hell Hath felt more torment then poore Gaueston. 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. My lord, these titles far exceed my worth. Brother, the least of these may well suffice For one of greater birth then Gaueston. 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, Ile 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. 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. Whether goes my Lord of Couentrie so fast? To celebrate your fathers exequies, But is that wicked Gaueston returnd? I priest, and liues to be reuengd on thee, That wert the onely cause of his exile. Tis true, and but for reuerence of these robes, Thou shouldst not plod one foote beyond this place. 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. Sauing your reuerence, you must pardon me. Throwe of his golden miter, rend his stole, And in the channell christen him a new. Ah brother, lay not violent hands on him, For heele complaine vnto the sea of Rome. Let him complaine vnto the sea of hell, Ile be reuengd on him for my exile. 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. He shall to prison, and there die in boults. I to the tower, the fleete, or where thou wilt. For this offence be thou accurst of God. Whose there? conueie this priest to the tower. True, true. 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.