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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Ah they do dissemble. Sweet son come hither, I must talk with thee. Thou being his uncle, and the next of blood, Do look to be protector over the prince. Not I my lord: who should protect the son, But she that gave him life, I mean the Queen? Mother, persuade me not to wear the crown, Let him be king, I am too young to reign. But be content, seeing it his highness pleasure. Let me but see him first, and then I will. I do sweet Nephew. Brother, you know it is impossible. Why, is he dead? No, God forbid. I would these words proceeded from your heart. Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him, That wast a cause of his imprisonment? The more cause have I now to make amends. I tell thee 'tis not meet, that one so false Should come about the person of a prince, My lord, he hath betrayed the king his brother, And therefore trust him not. But he repents, and sorrows for it now. Come son, and go with this gentle Lord and me. With you I will, but not with Mortimer. Why youngling, sodainst thou so of Mortimer? Then I will carry thee by force away. Help uncle Kent, Mortimer will wrong me. Brother Edmund, strive not, we are his friends, Isabell is nearer than the earl of Kent. Sister, Edward is my charge, redeem him. Edward is my son, and I will keep him. Mortimer shall know that he hath wronged me. Hence will I haste to Killingworth castle, And rescue aged Edward from his foes, To be revenged on Mortimer and thee. My lord, be not pensive, we are your friends, Men are ordained to live in misery, Therefore come, dalliance dangereth our lives. Friends, whither must unhappy Edward go, Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest? Must I be vexed like the nightly bird, Whose sight is loathsome to all winged fowls? When will the fury of his mind assuage? When will his heart be satisfied with blood? If mine will serve, unbowel straight this breast, And give my heart to Isabell and him, It is the chiefest mark they level at. Not so my liege, the Queen hath given this charge, To keep your grace in safety, Your passions make your dolours to increase. This usage makes my misery increase. But can my air of life continue long, When all my senses are annoy with stench? Within a dungeon England's king is kept, Where I am starved for want of sustenance, My daily diet, is heart breaking sobs, That almost rends the closet of my heart, Thus lives old Edward not relieved by any, And so must die, though pitied by many. O water gentle friends to cool my thirst, And clear my body from foul excrements. here's channel water, as our charge is given, Sit down, for we'll be barbers to your grace. Traitors away, what will you murder me, Or choke your sovereign with puddle water?
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Ah they do dissemble. Sweete sonne come hither, I must talke with thee. Thou being his vnckle, and the next of bloud, Doe looke to be protector ouer the prince. Not I my lord: who should protect the sonne, But she that gaue him life, I meane the Queene? Mother, perswade me not to weare the crowne, Let him be king, I am too yong to raigne. But bee content, seeing it his highnesse pleasure. Let me but see him first, and then I will. I do sweete Nephew. Brother, you know it is impossible. Why, is he dead? No, God forbid. I would these wordes proceeded from your heart. Inconstant Edmund, doost thou fauor him, That wast a cause of his imprisonment? The more cause haue I now to make amends. I tell thee tis not meet, that one so false Should come about the person of a prince, My lord, he hath betraied the king his brother, And therefore trust him not. But hee repents, and sorrowes for it now. Come sonne, and go with this gentle Lorde and me. With you I will, but not with Mortimer. Why yongling, sodainst thou so of Mortimer? Then I will carrie thee by force away. Helpe vnckle Kent, Mortimer will wrong me. Brother Edmund, striue not, we are his friends, Isabell is neerer then the earle of Kent. Sister, Edward is my charge, redeeme him. Edward is my sonne, and I will keepe him. Mortimer shall know that he hath wrongd mee. Hence will I haste to Killingworth castle, And rescue aged Edward from his foes, To be reuengde on Mortimer and thee. My lord, be not pensiue, we are your friends, Men are ordaind to liue in miserie, Therefore come, dalliance dangereth our liues. Friends, whither must vnhappie Edward go, Will hatefull Mortimer appoint no rest? Must I be vexed like the nightly birde, Whose sight is loathsome to all winged fowles? When will the furie of his minde asswage? When will his hart be satisfied with bloud? If mine will serue, vnbowell straight this brest, And giue my heart to Isabell and him, It is the chiefest marke they leuell at. Not so my liege, the Queene hath giuen this charge, To keepe your grace in safetie, Your passions make your dolours to increase. This vsage makes my miserie increase. But can my ayre of life continue long, When all my sences are anoyde with stenche? Within a dungeon Englands king is kept, Where I am staru'd for want of sustenance, My daily diet, is heart breaking sobs, That almost rents the closet of my heart, Thus liues old Edward not relieu'd by any, And so must die, though pitied by many. O water gentle friends to coole my thirst, And cleare my bodie from foule excrements. Heeres channell water, as our charge is giuen, Sit downe, for weele be Barbars to your grace. Traitors away, what will you murther me, Or choake your soueraigne with puddle water?