Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 490 words
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Then if you will not trust his grace in keep, My lords, I will be pledge for his return. It is honourable in thee to offer this, But for we know thou art a noble gentleman, We will not wrong thee so, To make away a true man for a thief. How meanst thou Mortimer? that is over base. Away base groom, robber of king's renown, Question with thy companions and thy mates. My lord Mortimer, and you my lords each one, To gratify the king's request therein, Touching the sending of this Gaveston, Because his majesty so earnestly Desires to see the man before his death, I will upon mine honour undertake To carry him, and bring him back again, Provided this, that you my lord of Arundel Will join with me. Pembroke, what wilt thou do? Cause yet more bloodshed: is it not enough That we have taken him, but must we now Leave him on had-I wist, and let him go? My lords, I will not over woo your honours, But if you dare trust Pembroke with the prisoner, Upon mine oath I will return him back. My lord of Lancaster, what say you in this? Why I say, let him go on Pembroke's word. And you lord Mortimer. How say you my lord of Warwick. Nay, do your pleasures, I know how 'twill prove. Then give him me. Sweet sovereign, yet I come To see thee ere I die. Yet not perhaps, If Warwick's wit and policy prevail. My lord of Pembroke, we deliver him you, Return him on your honour, sound away. My Lord, you shall go with me, My house is not far hence out of the way, A little, but our men shall go along, We that have pretty wenches to our wives, Sir, must not come so near and baulk their lips. 'tis very kindly spoke my lord of Pembroke, Your honour hath an adamant of power, To draw a prince. So my lord, come hither Iames, I do commit this Gaveston to thee, Be thou this night his keeper, in the morning We will discharge thee of thy charge, be gone. Unhappy Gaveston, whether goest thou now. My lord, we'll quickly be at Cobham. O treacherous Warwick thus to wrong thy friend! I see it is your life these arms pursue. Weaponless must I fall and die in bands, O must this day be period of my life! Centre of all my bliss, and ye be men, Speed to the king. My lord of Pembroke's men, Strive you no longer, I will have that Gaveston. Your lordship doth dishonour to yourself, And wrong our lord, your honourable friend. No Iames, it is my country's cause I follow, Go, take the villain, soldiers come away, we'll make quick work, commend me to your master My friend, and tell him that I watched it well, Come, let thy shadow parley with king Edward.
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Then if you will not trust his grace in keepe, My lords, I will be pledge for his returne. It is honourable in thee to offer this, But for we know thou art a noble gentleman, We will not wrong thee so, To make away a true man for a theefe. How meanst thou Mortimer? that is ouer base. Away base groome, robber of kings renowme, Question with thy companions and thy mates. My lord Mortimer, and you my lords each one, To gratifie the kings request therein, Touching the sending of this Gaueston, Because his maiestie so earnestlie Desires to see the man before his death, I will vpon mine honor vndertake To carrie him, and bring him back againe, Prouided this, that you my lord of Arundell Will ioyne with me. Penbrooke, what wilt thou do? Cause yet more bloudshed: is it not enough That we haue taken him, but must we now Leaue him on had-I wist, and let him go? My lords, I will not ouer wooe your honors, But if you dare trust Penbrooke with the prisoner, Vpon mine oath I will returne him back. My lord of Lancaster, what say you in this? Why I say, let him go on Penbrookes word. And you lord Mortimer. How say you my lord of Warwick. Nay, do your pleasures, I know how twill prooue. Then giue him me. Sweete soueraigne, yet I come To see thee ere I die. Yet not perhaps, If Warwickes wit and policie preuaile. My lord of Penbrooke, we deliuer him you, Returne him on your honor, sound away. My Lord, you shall go with me, My house is not farre hence out of the way, A little, but our men shall go along, We that haue prettie wenches to our wiues, Sir, must not come so neare and balke their lips. Tis verie kindlie spoke my lord of Penbrooke, Your honor hath an adamant of power, To drawe a prince. So my lord, come hether Iames, I do commit this Gaueston to thee, Be thou this night his keeper, in the morning We will discharge thee of thy charge, be gon. Vnhappie Gaueston, whether goest thou now. My lord, weele quicklie be at Cobham. O treacherous Warwicke thus to wrong thy friend! I see it is your life these armes pursue. Weaponles must I fall and die in bands, O must this day be period of my life! Center of all my blisse, and yee be men, Speede to the king. My lord of Penbrookes men, Striue you no longer, I will haue that Gaueston. Your lordship doth dishonor to your selfe, And wrong our lord, your honorable friend. No Iames, it is my countries cause I follow, Goe, take the villaine, soldiers come away, Weel make quick worke, cōmend me to your maister My friend, and tell him that I watcht it well, Come, let thy shadow parley with king Edward.