Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 496 words
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No, but wash your face, and shave away your beard, lest you be known, and so be rescued. Why strive you thus, your labour is in vain? The Wren may strive against the lion's strength. But all in vain, so vainly do I strive, To seek for mercy at a tyrant's hand. Immortal powers, that knows the painful cares, That waits upon my poor distressed soul, O level all your looks upon these daring men, That wrongs their liege and sovereign, England's king, O Gaveston, it is for thee that I am wronged, For me, both thou, and both the Spencers died, And for your sakes, a thousand wrongs i'll take, The Spencers ghosts, wherever they remain, Wish well to mine, then tush for them i'll die. Twixt theirs and yours, shall be no enmity, Come, come, away, now put the torches out, we'll enter in by darkness to Killingworth. How now, who comes there? Guard the king sure, it is the earl of Kent. O gentle brother, help to rescue me. Keep them asunder, thrust in the king. soldiers, let me but talk to him one word. Lay hands upon the earl for this assault. Lay down your weapons, traitors yield the king. Edmund, yield thou thyself, or thou shalt die. Base villains, wherefore do you gripe me thus? Bind him, and so convey him to the court. Where is the court but here, here is the king, And I will visit him, why stay you me? The court is where lord Mortimer remains, Thither shall your honour go, and so farewell. O miserable is that commonweal, where lords Keep courts, and kings are locked in prison! Wherefore stay we? on sirs to the court. ay, load me whether you will, even to my death, Seeing that my brother cannot be released. The king must die, or Mortimer goes down, The commons now begin to pity him, Yet he that is the cause of Edward's death, Is sure to pay for it when his son is of age, And therefore will I do it cunningly, This letter written by a friend of ours, Contains his death, yet bids them save his life. Edwardum occidere nolite timere bonum est. Fear not to kill the king 'tis good he dies. But read it thus, and that's another sense: Edwardum occidere nolite timere bonum est. Kill not the king 'tis good to fear the worst. Unpointed as it is, thus shall it go, That being dead, if it chance to be found, Matrevis and the rest may bear the blame, And we be quit that caused it to be done: Within this room is locked the messenger, That shall convey it, and perform the rest, And by a secret token that he bears, Shall he be murdered when the deed is done. Lightborn, come forth, art thou as resolute as thou wast? What else my lord? and far more resolute. And hast thou cast how to accomplish it?
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No, but wash your face, and shaue away your beard, Least you be knowne, and so be rescued. Why striue you thus, your labour is in vaine? The Wrenne may striue against the Lions strength. But all in vaine, so vainely do I striue, To seeke for mercie at a tyrants hand. Immortall powers, that knowes the painfull cares, That waites vpon my poore distressed soule, O leuell all your lookes vpon these daring men, That wronges their liege and soueraigne, Englands king, O Gaueston, it is for thee that I am wrongd, For me, both thou, and both the Spencers died, And for your sakes, a thousand wronges ile take, The Spencers ghostes, where euer they remaine, Wish well to mine, then tush for them ile die. Twixt theirs and yours, shall be no enmitie, Come, come, away, now put the torches out, Weele enter in by darkenes to Killingworth. How now, who comes there? Guarde the king sure, it is the earle of Kent. O gentle brother, helpe to rescue me. Keepe them a sunder, thrust in the king. Souldiers, let me but talke to him one worde. Lay hands vpon the earle for this assault. Lay downe your weapons, traitors yeeld the king. Edmund, yeeld thou thy self, or thou shalt die. Base villaines, wherefore doe you gripe mee thus? Binde him, and so conuey him to the court. Where is the court but heere, heere is the king, And I will visit him, why stay you me? The court is where lord Mortimer remaines, Thither shall your honour go, and so farewell. O miserable is that commonweale, where lords Keepe courts, and kings are lockt in prison! Wherefore stay we? on sirs to the court. I, load me whether you will, euen to my death, Seeing that my brother cannot be releast. The king must die, or Mortimer goes downe, The commons now begin to pitie him, Yet he that is the cause of Edwards death, Is sure to pay for it when his sonne is of age, And therefore will I do it cunninglie, This letter written by a friend of ours, Containes his death, yet bids them saue his life. Edwardum occidere nolite timere bonum est. Feare not to kill the king tis good he die. But read it thus, and thats an other sence: Edwardum occidere nolite timere bonum est. Kill not the king tis good to feare the worst. Vnpointed as it is, thus shall it goe, That being dead, if it chaunce to be found, Matreuis and the rest may beare the blame, And we be quit that causde it to be done: Within this roome is lockt the messenger, That shall conueie it, and performe the rest, And by a secret token that he beares, Shall he be murdered when the deed is done. Lightborn, come forth, art thou as resolute as thou wast? What else my lord? and farre more resolute. And hast thou cast how to accomplish it?