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 0.81 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
They love me not that hate my Gaveston, I am that Cedar, shake me not too much, And you the Eagles, soar ye near so high, I have the gresses that will pull you down, And Aeque tandem shall that canker cry, Unto the proudest peer of Britanie: Though thou compar'st him to a flying Fish, And threatenest death whether he rise or fall, 'tis not the hugest monster of the sea, Nor foulest Harpy that shall swallow him. If in his absence thus he favours him, What will he do whenas he shall be present? That shall we see, look where his lordship comes. My Gaveston, welcome to Tinmouth, welcome to thy friend, Thy absence made me droop, and pine away, For as the lovers of fair Danae, When she was locked up in a brazen tower, Desired her more, and waxed outrageous, So did it sure with me: and now thy sight Is sweeter far, then was thy parting hence Bitter and irksome to my sobbing heart. Sweet Lord and King, your speech preventeth mine, Yet have I words left to express my joy: The shepherd nipped with biting winter's rage, frolics not more to see the painted spring, Than I do to behold your Majesty. Will none of you salute my Gaveston? Salute him? yes welcome Lord chamberlain. Welcome is the good Earl of Cornwall Welcome Lord governor of the isle of man. Welcome master secretary. Brother do you hear them? Still will these Earls and barons use me thus? My Lord I cannot brook these injuries. ay me poor soul when these begin to jar. Return it to their throats, i'll be thy warrant. Base leaden Earls that glory in your birth, Go sit at home and eat your tenant's beef: And come not here to scoff at Gaveston, Whose mounting thoughts did never creep so low, As to bestow a look on such as you. Yet I disdain not to do this for you. Treason, treason: where's the traitor? Here here King: convey hence Gaveston, they'll murder him. The life of thee shall salve this foul disgrace. Villain thy life, unless I miss mine aim. Ah furious Mortimer what hast thou done? No more than I would answer were he slain. Yes more than thou canst answer though he live, Dear shall you both abye this riotous deed: Out of my presence, come not near the court. I'll not be bard the court for Gaveston. we'll hail him by the ears unto the block. Look to your own heads, his is sure enough. Look to your own crown, if you back him thus. Warwick, these words do ill beseem thy years. Nay all of them conspire to cross me thus, But if I live, i'll tread upon their heads, That think with high looks thus to tread me down, Come Edmund let's away, and levy men, 'tis war that must abate these baron's pride. let's to our castles, for the king is moved.
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They loue me not that hate my Gaueston, I am that Cedar, shake me not too much, And you the Eagles, sore ye nere so high, I haue the gresses that will pull you downe, And Aeque tandem shall that canker crie, Vnto the proudest peere of Britanie: Though thou comparst him to a flying Fish, And threatenest death whether he rise or fall, Tis not the hugest monster of the sea, Nor fowlest Harpie that shall swallow him. If in his absence thus he fauors him, What will he do when as he shall be present? That shall wee see, looke where his lordship comes. My Gaueston, welcome to Tinmouth, welcome to thy friend, Thy absence made me droope, and pine away, For as the louers of faire Danae, When she was lockt vp in a brasen tower, Desirde her more, and waxt outragious, So did it sure with me: and now thy sight Is sweeter farre, then was thy parting hence Bitter and irkesome to my sobbing heart. Sweet Lord and King, your speech preuenteth mine, Yet haue I words left to expresse my ioy: The sheepeherd nipt with biting winters rage, Frolicks not more to see the paynted springe, Then I doe to behold your Maiestie. Will none of you salute my Gaueston? Salute him? yes welcome Lord Chamberlaine. Welcome is the good Earle of Cornewall Welcome Lord gouernour of the Ile of man. Welcome maister secretarie. Brother doe you heare them? Stil wil these Earles and Barrons vse me thus? My Lord I cannot brooke these iniuries. Aye me poore soule when these begin to iarre. Returne it to their throtes, ile be thy warrant. Base leaden Earles that glorie in your birth, Goe sit at home and eate your tenants beefe: And come not here to scoffe at Gaueston, Whose mounting thoughts did neuer creepe so low, As to bestow a looke on such as you. Yet I disdaine not to doe this for you. Treason, treason: whers the traitor? Heere here King: conuey hence Gaueston, thaile murder him. The life of thee shall salue this foule disgrace. Villaine thy life, vnlesse I misse mine aime. Ah surious Mortimer what hast thou done? No more then I would answere were he slaine. 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. Ile not be barde the court for Gaueston. Weele haile him by the eares vnto the block. Looke to your owne heads, his is sure enough. Looke to your owne crowne, if you back him thus. Warwicke, these words do ill beseeme thy yeares. Nay all of them conspire to crosse me thus, But if I liue, ile tread vpon their heads, That thinke with high lookes thus to tread me down, Come Edmund lets away, and leuie men, Tis warre that must abate these Barons pride. Lets to our castels, for the king is mooude.