Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 500 words
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First would I hear news that he were deposed, And then let me alone to handle him. Letters, from whence? From Killing worth my lord. How fares my lord the king? In health madam, but full of pensiveness. Alas poor soul, would I could ease his grief, Thanks gentle Winchester, sirrah, be gone. The king hath willingly resigned his crown. O happy news, send for the prince my son. Further, or this letter was sealed, Lord Bartley came, So that he now is gone from Killingworth, And we have heard that Edmund laid a plot, To set his brother free, no more but so, The lord of Bartley is so pitiful, As Leicester that had charge of him before. Then let some other be his guardian. Let me alone, here is the privy seal, whose's there, call hither Gurney and Matrevis, To dash the heavy headed Edmund's drift, Bartley shall be discharged, the king removed, And none but we shall know where he lieth. But Mortimer, as long as he survives What safety rests for us, or for my son? Speak, shall he presently be dispatched and die? I would he were, so it were not by my means. Enough Matrevis, write a letter presently Unto the Lord of Bartley from ourself, That he resign the king to thee and Gurney, And when 'tis done, we will subscribe our name. It shall be done my lord. Gurney. My Lord. As thou intendest to rise by Mortimer, Who now makes Fortune's wheel turn as he please, Seek all the means thou canst to make him droop, And neither give him kind word, nor good look. I warrant you my lord. And this above the rest, because we hear That Edmund casts to work his liberty, Remove him still from place to place by night, And at the last, he come to Killingworth, And then from thence to Bartley back again: And by the way to make him fret the more, Speak curstly to him, and in any case Let no man comfort him, if he chance to weep, But amplify his grief with bitter words. Fear not my Lord, we'll do as you command. So now away, post thither wards amain. Whither goes this letter, to my lord the king? Commend me humbly to his Majesty, And tell him, that I labour all in vain, To ease his grief, and work his liberty: And bear him this, as witness of my love. I will madam. Finely dissembled, do so still sweet Queen, Here comes the young prince, with the Earl of Kent. Some thing he whispers in his childish ears. If he have such access unto the prince, Our plots and stratagems will soon be dashed. Use Edmund friendly, as if all were well. How fares my honourable lord of Kent? In health sweet Mortimer, how fares your grace. Well, if my Lord your brother were enlarged. I hear of late he hath deposed himself. The more my grief. And mine.
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First would I heare newes that hee were deposde, And then let me alone to handle him. Letters, from whence? From Killing worth my lorde. How fares my lord the king? In health madam, but full of pensiuenes. Alas poore soule, would I could ease his greefe, Thankes gentle Winchester, sirra, be gon. The king hath willingly resignde his crowne. O happie newes, send for the prince my sonne. Further, or this letter was sealed, Lord Bartley came, So that he now is gone from Killingworth, And we haue heard that Edmund laid a plot, To set his brother free, no more but so, The lord of Bartley is so pitifull, As Leicester that had charge of him before. Then let some other be his guardian. Let me alone, here is the priuie seale, Whose there, call hither Gurney and Matreuis, To dash the heauie headed Edmunds drift, Bartley shall be dischargd, the king remooude, And none but we shall know where he lieth. But Mortimer, as long as he suruiues What safetie rests for vs, or for my sonne? Speake, shall he presently be dispatch'd and die? I would hee were, so it were not by my meanes. Inough Matreuis, write a letter presently Vnto the Lord of Bartley from our selfe, That he resigne the king to thee and Gurney, And when tis done, we will subscribe our name. It shall be done my lord. Gurney. My Lorde. As thou intendest to rise by Mortimer, Who now makes Fortunes wheele turne as he please, Seeke all the meanes thou canst to make him droope, And neither giue him kinde word, nor good looke. I warrant you my lord. And this aboue the rest, because we heare That Edmund casts to worke his libertie, Remooue him still from place to place by night, And at the last, he come to Killingworth, And then from thence to Bartley back againe: And by the way to make him fret the more, Speake curstlie to him, and in any case Let no man comfort him, if he chaunce to weepe, But amplifie his greefe with bitter words. Feare not my Lord, weele do as you commaund. So now away, post thither wards amaine. Whither goes this letter, to my lord the king? Commend me humblie to his Maiestie, And tell him, that I labour all in vaine, To ease his greefe, and worke his libertie: And beare him this, as witnesse of my loue. I will madam. Finely dissembled, do so still sweet Queene, Heere comes the yong prince, with the Earle of Kent. Some thing he whispers in his childish eares. If he haue such accesse vnto the prince, Our plots and stratagems will soone be dasht. Vse Edmund friendly, as if all were well. How fares my honorable lord of Kent? In health sweete Mortimer, how fares your grace. Well, if my Lorde your brother were enlargde. I heare of late he hath deposde himselfe. The more my greefe. And mine.