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 0.80 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Why then we'll have him privily made away. Would Lancaster and he had both caroused, A bowl of poison to each other's health: But let them go, and tell me what are these. Two of my father's servants whilst he lived, Mait please your grace to entertain them now. Tell me, where wast thou borne? What is thine arms? My name is Baldock, and my gentry I fetched from Oxford, not from Heraldry. The fitter art thou Baldock for my turn, Wait on me, and i'll see thou shalt not want. I humbly thank your majesty. Knowest thou him Gaveston? I my lord, his name is Spencer, he is well allied, For my sake let him wait upon your grace, Scarce shall you find a man of more desert. Then Spencer wait upon me, for his sake I'll grace thee with a higher style ere long. No greater titles happen unto me, Than to be favoured of your majesty. cousin, this day shallbe your marriage feast, And Gaveston, think that I love thee well, To wed thee to our niece, the only heir Unto the Earl of Gloster late deceased. I know my lord, many will stomach me, But I respect neither their love nor hate. The headstrong Barons shall not limit me. He that I list to favour shall be great: Come let's away, and when the marriage ends, Have at the rebels, and their complices. My lords, of love to this our native land, I come to join with you, and leave the king, And in your quarrel and the realms behoof, Will be the first that shall adventure life. I fear me you are sent of policy, To undermine us with a show of love. He is your brother, therefore have we cause To cast the worst, and doubt of your revolt. Mine honour shallbe hostage of my truth, If that will not suffice, farewell my lords. Stay Edmund, never was Plantagenet False of his word, and therefore trust we thee. But what's the reason you should leave him now? I have informed the Earl of Lancaster. And it sufficeth: now my lords know this, That Gaveston is secretly arrived, And here in Tinmoth frolics with the king, Let us with these our followers scale the walls, And suddenly surprise them unawares. I'll give the onset. And i'll follow thee. This tottered ensign of my ancestors, Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea, Whereof we got the name of Mortimer, Will I advance upon this castle walls, Drums strike alarum, raise them from their sport, And ring aloud the knell of Gaveston. None be so hardy as to touch the King, But neither spare you Gaveston, nor his friends. O tell me Spencer, where is Gaveston? I fear me he is slain my gracious lord. No, here he comes, now let them spoil and kill: Fly, fly, my lords, the earls have got the hold, Take shipping and away to Scarborough, Spencer and I will post away by land.
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Why then weele haue him priuilie made away. VVould Lancaster and he had both carroust, A bowle of poison to each others health: But let them go, and tell me what are these. Two of my fathers seruants whilst he liu'de, Mait please your grace to entertaine them now. Tell me, where wast thou borne? VVhat is thine armes? My name is Baldock, and my gentrie I fetcht from Oxford, not from Heraldrie. The fitter art thou Baldock for my turne, VVaite on me, and ile see thou shalt not want. I humblie thanke your maiestie. Knowest thou him Gaueston? I my lord, his name is Spencer, he is well alied, For my sake let him waite vpon your grace, Scarce shall you finde a man of more desart. Then Spencer waite vpon me, for his sake Ile grace thee with a higher stile ere long. No greater titles happen vnto me, Then to be fauoured of your maiestie. Cosin, this day shalbe your mariage feast, And Gaueston, thinke that I loue thee well, To wed thee to our neece, the onely heire Vnto the Earle of Gloster late deceased. I know my lord, many will stomack me, But I respect neither their loue nor hate. The head-strong Barons shall not limit me. He that I list to fauour shall be great: Come lets away, and when the mariage ends, Haue at the rebels, and their complices. My lords, of loue to this our natiue land, I come to ioine with you, and leaue the king, And in your quarrell and the realmes behoofe, VVill be the first that shall aduenture life. I feare me you are sent of pollicie, To vndermine vs with a showe of loue. He is your brother, therefore haue we cause To cast the worst, and doubt of your reuolt. Mine honor shalbe hostage of my truth, If that will not suffice, farewell my lords. Stay Edmund, neuer was Plantagenet False of his word, and therefore trust we thee. But whats the reason you should leaue him now? I haue enformd the Earle of Lancaster. And it sufficeth: now my lords know this, That Gaueston is secretlie arriude, And here in Tinmoth frollicks with the king, Let vs with these our followers scale the walles, And sodenly surprize them vnawares. Ile giue the onset. And ile follow thee. This tottered ensigne of my auncesters, Which swept the desart shore of that dead sea, Whereof we got the name of Mortimer, Will I aduaunce vpon this castell walles, Drums strike alarum, raise them from their sport, And ring aloude the knell of Gaueston. None be so hardie as to touche the King, But neither spare you Gaueston, nor his friends. O tell me Spencer, where is Gaueston? I feare me he is slaine my gratious lord. No, here he comes, now let them spoile and kill: Flie, flie, my lords, the earles haue got the holde, Take shipping and away to Scarborough, Spencer and I will post away by land.