Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 496 words
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On that condition Lancaster will grant. And so will Pembroke and I. And I. In this I count me highly gratified, And Mortimer will rest at your command. And when this favour Isabell forgets, Then let her live abandoned and forlorn, But see in happy time, my lord the king, Having brought the Earl of Cornwall on his way, Is new returned, this news will glad him much, Yet not so much as me, I love him more Than he can Gaveston, would he loved me But half so much, then were I treble blessed. he's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn, Did never sorrow go so near my heart, As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston, And could my crowns revenue bring him back, I would freely give it to his enemies, And think I gained, having bought so dear a friend. Hark how he haps upon his minion. My heart is as an anvil unto sorrow, Which beats upon it like the Cyclops hammers, And with the noise turns up my giddy brain, And makes me frantic for my Gaveston: Ah had some bloodless fury rose from hell, And with my kingly sceptre stroke me dead, When I was forced to leave my Gaveston. Diablo, what passions call you these My gracious lord, I come to bring you news. That you have parled with your Mortimer. That Gaveston my Lord shallbe repealed. Repealed, the news is too sweet to be true. But will you love me, if you find it so? If it be so, what will not Edward do? For Gaveston, but not for Isabell. For thee fair Queen, if thou lovest Gaveston, I'll hang a golden tongue about thy neck, Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good success. No other jewels hang about my neck Then these my lord, nor let me have more wealth, Than I may fetch from this rich treasury: O how a kiss revives poor Isabell. Once more receive my hand, and let this be, A second marriage twixt thyself and me. And may it prove more happy than the first, My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair, That wait attendance for a gracious look, And on their knees salute your majesty. Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy king, And as gross vapours perish by the sun, Even so let hatred with thy sovereign smile, Live thou with me as my companion. This salutation overjoys my heart. Warwick, shallbe my chiefest counsellor: These silver hairs will more adorn my court, Then gaudy silks, or rich embroidery, Chide me sweet Warwick, if I go astray. Slay me my lord, when I offend your grace. In solemn triumphs, and in public shows, Pembroke shall bear the sword before the king. And with this sword, Pembroke will fight for you. But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside? Be thou commander of our royal fleet, Or if that lofty office like thee not, I make thee here lord Marshal of the realm.
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On that condition Lancaster will graunt. And so will Penbrooke and I. And I. In this I count me highly gratified, And Mortimer will rest at your commaund. 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. Hees 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. Harke how he harpes vpon his minion. 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. Diablo, what passions call you these My gratious lord, I come to bring you newes. That you haue parled with your Mortimer. That Gaueston my Lord shalbe repeald. Repeald, the newes is too sweet to be true. But will you loue me, if you finde it so? If it be so, what will not Edward do? For Gaueston, but not for Isabell. For thee saire Queene, if thou louest Gaueston, Ile hang a golden tongue about thy neck, Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good successe. 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. Once more receiue my hand, and let this be, A second mariage twixt thy selfe and me. And may it prooue more happie then the first, My gentle lord, be speake these nobles faire, That waite attendance for a gratious looke, And on their knees salute your maiestie. 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. This salutation ouerioyes my heart. Warwick, shalbe 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. Slay me my lord, when I offend your grace. In sollemne triumphes, and in publike showes, Penbrooke shall beare the sword before the king. And with this sword, Penbrooke wil fight for you. 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.