Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 495 words
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From the lieutenant of the tower my lord. I pray let us see it, what have we there? Read it Spencer. Why so, they barked apace a month ago, Now on my life, they'll neither bark nor bite. Now sirs, the news from France, Gloster I trow, The lords of France love England's gold so well, As Isabell gets no aid from thence. What now remains, have you proclaimed, my lord, Reward for them can bring in Mortimer? My lord, we have, and if he be in England, 'a will be had ere long I doubt it not. If; dost thou say? Spencer, as true as death, He is in England's ground, our port-masters Are not so careless of their kings command. How now, what news with thee, from whence come these? Letters my lord, and tidings forth of France, To you my lord of Gloster from Lewne. read. A villains, hath that Mortimer escaped? With him is Edmund gone associate? And will sir Iohn of Henolt lead the round? Welcome a God's name Madam and your son, England shall welcome you, and all your rout, Gallop apace bright Phoebus through the sky, And dusky night, in rusty iron car, Between you both, shorten the time I pray, That I may see that most desired day, When we may meet these traitors in the field. Ah nothing grieves me but my little boy, Is thus misled to countenance their ills, Come friends to Bristol, there to make us strong, And winds as equal be to bring them in, As you injurious were to bear them forth. Now lords, our loving friends and countrymen, Welcome to England all with prosperous winds, Our kindest friends in Belgia have we left, To cope with friends at home: a heavy case, When force to force is knit and sword and glaive, In civil broils makes kin and country men, Slaughter themselves in others and their sides With their own weapons gored, but what's the help? Misgoverned kings are cause of all this wrack, And Edward thou art one among them all, Whose looseness hath betrayed thy land to spoil, And made the channels overflow with blood, Of thine own people patron shouldst thou be, but thou. Nay madam, if you be a warrior, Ye must not grow so passionate in speeches: Lords, sith that we are by sufferance of heaven, arrived and armed in this princes right, Here for our country's cause swear we to him All homage, fealty and forwardness, And for the open wrongs and injuries Edward hath done to us, his Queen and land, We come in arms to wreck it with the swords: That England's queen in peace may repossess Her dignities and honours, and withal We may remove these flatterers from the king, That havocs England's wealth and treasury. Sound trumpets my lord & forward let us march, Edward will think we come to flatter him. I would he never had been flattered more.
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From the lieutenant of the tower my lord. I pray let vs see it, what haue we there? Read it Spencer. Why so, they barkt a pace a month a goe, Now on my life, theile neither barke nor bite. Now sirs, the newes from Fraunce, Gloster I trowe, The lords of Fraunce loue Englands gold so well, As Isabell gets no aide from thence. What now remaines, haue you proclaimed, my lord, Reward for them can bring in Mortimer? My lord, we haue, and if he be in England, A will be had ere long I doubt it not. If; doost thou say? Spencer, as true as death, He is in Englands ground, our port-maisters Are not so careles of their kings commaund. How now, what newes with thee, from whence come these? Letters my lord, and tidings foorth of Fraunce, To you my lord of Gloster from Lewne. Reade. A villaines, hath that Mortimer escapt? With him is Edmund gone associate? And will sir Iohn of Henolt lead the round? Welcome a Gods name Madam and your sonne, England shall welcome you, and all your route, Gallop a pace bright Phoebus through the skie, And duskie night, in rustie iron carre, Betweene you both, shorten the time I pray, That I may see that most desired day, When we may meet these traitors in the field. Ah nothing greeues me but my little boye, Is thus misled to countenance their ils, Come friends to Bristow, there to make vs strong, And windes as equall be to bring them in, As you iniurious were to beare them foorth. Now lords, our louing friends and countrimen, Welcome to England all with prosperous windes, Our kindest friends in Belgia haue we left, To cope with friends at home: a heauie case, When force to force is knit and sword and gleaue, In ciuill broiles makes kin and country men, Slaughter themselues in others and their sides With their owne weapons gorde, but whats the helpe? Misgouerned kings are cause of all this wrack, And Edward thou art one among them all, Whose loosnes hath betrayed thy land to spoyle, And made the channels ouerflow with blood, Of thine own people patrō shouldst thou be, but thou. Nay madam, if you be a warriar, Ye must not grow so passionate in speeches: Lords, sith that we are by sufferance of heauen, Arriude and armde in this princes right, Heere for our countries cause sweare we to him All homage, fealtie and forwardnes, And for the open wronges and iniuries Edward hath done to vs, his Queene and land, We come in armes to wrecke it with the swords: That Englands queene in peace may reposesse Her dignities and honors, and withall We may remooue these flatterers from the king, That hauocks Englands wealth and treasurie. Sound trūpets my lord & forward let vs martch, Edward will thinke we come to flatter him. I would he neuer had bin flattered more.