Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 478 words
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Yet lusty lords I have escaped your hands, Your threats, your larums, and your hot pursuits, And though divorced from king Edward's eyes, Yet liveth Pierce of Gaveston unsurprised, Breathing, in hope (malgrado all your beards, That muster rebels thus against your king) To see his royal sovereign once again. Upon him soldiers, take away his weapons. Thou proud disturber of thy country's peace, Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils, Base flatterer, yield, and were it not for shame, Shame and dishonour to a soldiers name, Upon my weapons point here shouldst thou fall, And welter in thy gore. Monster of men, that like the Greekish strumpet Trained to arms and bloody wars, So many valiant knights, Look for no other fortune wretch than death, Kind Edward is not here to buckler thee. Lancaster, why talk'st thou to the slave? Go soldiers take him hence, For by my sword, his head shall off: Gaveston, short warning shall serve thy turn: It is our country's cause, That here severely we will execute, Upon thy person: hang him at a bough: My Lord. soldiers, have him away: But for thou wert the favourite of a King, Thou shalt have so much honour at our hands. I thank you all my lords, than I perceive, That heading is one, and hanging is the other, And death is all. How now my lord of Arundel? My lords, king Edward greets you all by me. Arundel, say your message. His majesty, hearing that you had taken Gaveston, entreateth you by me, yet but he may See him before he dies, for why he says, And sends you word, he knows that die he shall, And if you gratify his grace so far, He will be mindful of the courtesy. How now? Renowned Edward, how thy name Revives poor Gaveston. No, it needeth not, Arundel, we will gratify the king In other matters, he must pardon us in this, Soldiers away with him. Why my Lord of Warwick, Will not these delays beget my hopes? I know it lords, it is this life you aim at, Yet grant king Edward this. Shalt thou appoint what we shall grant? soldiers away with him: Thus we'll gratify the king, we'll send his head by thee, let him bestow His tears on that, for that is all he gets Of Gaveston, or else his senseless trunk. Not so my Lord, lest he bestow more cost, In burying him, than he hath ever earned. My lords, it is his majesties request, And in the honour of a king he swears, He will but talk with him and send him back. When can you tell? Arundel no, we wot, He that the care of realm remits, And drives his nobles to these exigents For Gaveston, will if he zease him once, Violate any promise to possess him.
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Yet lustie lords I haue escapt your handes, Your threats, your larums, and your hote pursutes, And though deuorsed from king Edwards eyes, Yet liueth Pierce of Gaueston vnsurprizd, Breathing, in hope (malgrado all your beards, That muster rebels thus against your king) To see his royall soueraigne once againe. Vpon him souldiers, take away his weapons. Thou proud disturber of thy countries peace, Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broiles, Base flatterer, yeeld, and were it not for shame, Shame and dishonour to a souldiers name, Vpon my weapons point here shouldst thou fall, And welter in thy goare. Monster of men, that like the Greekish strumpet Traind to armes and bloudie warres, So many valiant knights, Looke for no other fortune wretch then death, Kind Edward is not heere to buckler thee. Lancaster, why talkst thou to the slaue? Go souldiers take him hence, For by my sword, his head shall off: Gaueston, short warning shall serue thy turne: It is our countries cause, That here seuerelie we will execute, Vpon thy person: hang him at a bough: My Lord. Souldiers, haue him away: But for thou wert the fauorit of a King, Thou shalt haue so much honor at our hands. I thanke you all my lords, then I perceiue, That heading is one, and hanging is the other, And death is all. How now my lord of Arundell? My lords, king Edward greetes you all by me. Arundell, say your message. His maiesty, hearing that you had takē Gaueston, Intreateth you by me, yet but he may See him before he dies, for why he saies, And sends you word, he knowes that die he shall, And if you gratifie his grace so farre, He will be mindfull of the curtesie. How now? Renowmed Edward, how thy name Reuiues poore Gaueston. No, it needeth not, Arundell, we will gratifie the king In other matters, he must pardon vs in this, Souldiers away with him. Why my Lord of VVarwicke, Will not these delaies beget my hopes? I know it lords, it is this life you aime at, Yet graunt king Edward this. Shalt thou appoint what we shall graunt? Souldiers away with him: Thus weele gratifie the king, Weele send his head by thee, let him bestow His teares on that, for that is all he gets Of Gaueston, or else his sencelesse trunck. Not so my Lord, least he bestow more cost, In burying him, then he hath euer earned. My lords, it is his maiesties request, And in the honor of a king he sweares, He will but talke with him and send him backe. When can you tell? Arundell no, we wot, He that the care of realme remits, And driues his nobles to these exigents For Gaueston, will if he zease him once, Violate any promise to possesse him.