Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.82 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
And war must be the means, or he'll stay still. Then let him stay, for rather than my lord Shall be oppressed by civil mutinies, I will endure a melancholy life, And let him frolic with his minion. My lords, to ease all this, but hear me speak, We and the rest that are his counsellors, Will meet, and with a general consent, Confirm his banishment with our hands and seals. What we confirm the king will frustrate. Then may we lawfully revolt from him. But say my lord, where shall this meeting be? At the new temple. Content: And in the mean time i'll entreat you all, To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me. Come then let's away. Madam farewell. Farewell sweet Mortimer, and for my sake, Forbear to levy arms against the king. ay, if words will serve, if not, I must. Edmund the mighty prince of Lancaster, That hath more earldoms than an ass can bear, And both the Mortimers two goodly men, With Guie of Warwick that redoubted knight, Are gone towards Lambeth, there let them remain. Here is the form of Gaveston's exile: May it please your lordship to subscribe your name. Give me the paper. Quick quick my lord, I long to write my name. But I long more to see him banished hence. The name of Mortimer shall fright the king, Unless he be declined from that base peasant. What? are you moved that Gaveston sits here? It is our pleasure, we will have it so. Your grace doth well to place him by your side, For nowhere else the new earl is so safe. What man of noble birth can brook this sight? Quam male conueniunt: See what a scornful look the peasant casts. Can kingly Lions fawn on creeping Ants? Ignoble vassal that like Phaeton, Aspirest unto the guidance of the sun. Their downfall is at hand, their forces down, We will not thus be faced and overpeered. Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer. Lay hands on that traitor Gaveston. Is this the duty that you owe your king? We know our duties, let him know his peers. Whether will you bear him, stay or ye shall die, We are no traitors, therefore threaten not. No, threaten not my lord, but pay them home. Were I a king. Thou villain, wherefore talks thou of a king, That hardly art a gentleman by birth? Were he a peasant being my minion, I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him. My lord, you may not thus disparaged us, Away I say with hateful Gaveston. And with the earl of Kent that favours him. Nay, then lay violent hands upon your king, Here Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne, Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown, Was ever king thus over ruled as I? Learn then to rule us better and the realm. What we have done, our heart blood shall maintain. Think you that we can brook this upstart pride?
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And war must be the meanes, or heele stay stil. Then let him stay, for rather then my lord Shall be opprest by ciuill mutinies, I wil endure a melancholie life, And let him stollick with his minion. 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. VVhat we confirme the king will frustrate. Then may we lawfully reuolt from him. But say my lord, where shall this meeting bee? At the new temple. Content: And in the meane time ile intreat you all, To crosse to Lambeth, and there stay with me. Come then lets away. Madam farewell. Farewell sweet Mortimer, and for my sake, Forbeare to leuie armes against the king. I, if words will serue, if not, I must. 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. Here is the forme of Gauestons exile: May it please your lordship to subscribe your name. Giue me the paper. Quick quick my lorde, I long to write my name. But I long more to see him banisht hence. The name of Mortimer shall fright the king, Vnlesse he be declinde from that base pesant. VVhat? are you mou'd that Gaueston sits heere? It is our pleasure, we will haue it so. Your grace doth wel to place him by your side, For no where else the new earle is so safe. VVhat man of noble birth can brooke this sight? Quam male conueniunt: See what a scornfull looke the pesant casts. Can kinglie Lions fawne on creeping Ants? Ignoble vassaile that like Phaeton, Aspir'st vnto the guidance of the sunne. Their downfall is at hand, their forces downe, VVe will not thus be facst and ouerpeerd. Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer. Lay hands on that traitor Gaueston. Is this the dutie that you owe your king? VVe know our duties, let him know his peeres. Whether will you beare him, stay or ye shall die, VVe are no traitors, therefore threaten not. No, threaten not my lord, but pay them home. VVere I a king. Thou villaine, wherfore talkes thou of a king, That hardly art a gentleman by birth? VVere he a peasant being my minion, Ile make the prowdest of you stoope to him. My lord, you may not thus disparage vs, Away I say with hatefull Gaueston. And with the earle of Kent that fauors him. 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? Learne then to rule vs better and the realme. VVhat we haue done, our hart bloud shall maintaine. Think you that we can brooke this vpstart pride?