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 · 499 words
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Strike of my head, base traitor I defy thee. My lord, he is my uncle, and shall live. My lord, he is your enemy, and shall die. Stay villains. Sweet mother, if I cannot pardon him, Entreat my lord Protector for his life. Son, be content, I dare not speak a word. Nor I, and yet methinks I should command, But seeing I cannot, i'll entreat for him: My lord, if you will let my uncle live, I will requite it when I come to age. 'tis for your highness good, and for the realms, How often shall I bid you bear him hence? Art thou king, must I die at thy command? At our command, once more away with him. Let me but stay and speak, I will not go, Either my brother or his son is king, And none of both, then thirst for Edmund's blood, And therefore soldiers whether will you hale me? What safety may I look for at his hands, If that my Uncle shall be murdered thus? Fear not sweet boy, i'll guard thee from thy foes, Had Edmund lived, he would have sought thy death, Come son, we'll ride a hunting in the park. And shall my Uncle Edmund ride with us? He is a traitor, think not on him, come. Gurney, I wonder the king dies not, Being in a vault up to the knees in water, To which the channels of the castle run, From whence a damp continually ariseth, That were enough to poison any man, Much more a king brought up so tenderly. And so do I, Matrevis: yesternight I opened but the door to throw him meat, And I was almost stifled with the savour. He hath a body able to endure, More than we can inflict, and therefore now, Let us assail his mind another while. Send for him out thence, and I will anger him. But stay, whose's this? My lord protector greets you. What's here? I know not how to construe it. Gurney, it was left unpointed for the nonce, Edwardum occidere nolite timere, That's his meaning. Know you this token, I must have the king? I stay a while, thou shalt have answer straight. This villain's sent to make away the king. I thought as much. And when the murders done, See how he must be handled for his labour, Pereat iste: let him have the king, What else, here is the keys, this is the lake, Do as you are commanded by my lord. I know what I must do, get you away, Yet be not far off, I shall need your help, See that in the next room I have a fire, And get me a spit, and let it be red hot. Very well. Need you any thing beside? What else, a table and a featherbed. That's all. ay, ay, so when I call you, bring it in. Fear not you that. here's a light to go into the dungeon.
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Strike of my head, base traitor I defie thee. My lord, he is my vnckle, and shall liue. My lord, he is your enemie, and shall die. Staie villaines. Sweete mother, if I cannot pardon him, Intreate my lord Protector for his life. Sonne, be content, I dare not speake a worde. Nor I, and yet me thinkes I should commaund, But seeing I cannot, ile entreate for him: My lord, if you will let my vnckle liue, I will requite it when I come to age. Tis for your highnesse good, and for the realmes, How often shall I bid you beare him hence? Art thou king, must I die at thy commaund? At our commaund, once more away with him. Let me but stay and speake, I will not go, Either my brother or his sonne is king, And none of both, then thirst for Edmunds bloud, And therefore soldiers whether will you hale me? What safetie may I looke for at his hands, If that my Vnckle shall be murthered thus? Feare not sweete boye, ile garde thee from thy foes, Had Edmund liu'de, he would haue sought thy death, Come sonne, weele ride a hunting in the parke. And shall my Vnckle Edmund ride with vs? He is a traitor, thinke not on him, come. Gurney, I wonder the king dies not, Being in a vault vp to the knees in water, To which the channels of the castell runne, From whence a dampe continually ariseth, That were enough to poison any man, Much more a king brought vp so tenderlie. And so do I, Matreuis: yesternight I opened but the doore to throw him meate, And I was almost stifeled with the sauor. He hath a body able to endure, More then we can enflict, and therefore now, Let vs assaile his minde another while. Send for him out thence, and I will anger him. But stay, whose this? My lord protector greetes you. Whats heere? I know not how to conster it. Gurney, it was left vnpointed for the nonce, Edwardum occidere nolite timere, Thats his meaning. Know you this token, I must haue the king? I stay a while, thou shalt haue answer straight. This villain's sent to make away the king. I thought as much. And when the murders done, See how he must be handled for his labour, Pereat iste: let him haue the king, What else, heere is the keyes, this is the lake, Doe as you are commaunded by my lord. I know what I must do, get you away, Yet be not farre off, I shall need your helpe, See that in the next roome I haue a fier, And get me a spit, and let it be red hote. Very well. Neede you any thing besides? What else, a table and a fetherbed. Thats all. I, I, so when I call you, bring it in. Feare not you that. Heeres a light to go into the dungeon.