Make Englands ciuill townes huge heapes of stones,
And plowes to go about our pallace gates.

War. A desperate and vnnaturall resolution,
Alarum to the fight,

1525

Saint George for England, and the Barons' right.
Edw. S. George for England, and king Edward's right.

Enter Edward, with the Barons captiues.

Edw. Now lustie lords, now not by chance of warre, But iustice of the quarrell and the cause

Vaild is your pride: me thinkes you hang the heads,
But weele aduance them traitors, now tis time
To be auengd on you for all your braues,
And for the murther of my deerest friend,

1530

To whome right well you knew our soule was knit,
Good Pierce of Gaueston my sweet fauoret.
A rebels, recreants, you made him away.
Edm. Brother, in regard of thee and of thy land,

1535

Did they remooue that flatterer from thy throne.

1539

Edw. So sir, you haue spoke, away, auoid our presence. Accursed wretches, wast in regard of vs,

When we had sent our messenger to request

He might be spared to come to speake with vs,
And Penbrooke vndertooke for his returne,
That thou proud Warwicke watcht the prisoner,

1545

/Poore Pierce, and headed him against lawe of armes,
For which thy head shall ouer looke the rest
As much as thou in rage out wentst the rest?
War. Tyrant, I scorne thy threats and menaces,

Tis but temporall that thou canst inflict.

1550

Lan. The worst is death, and better die to liue,

Then liue in infamie vnder such a king.

Edw. Away with them my lord of Winchester,
These lustie leaders Warwicke and Lancaster,
I charge you roundly off with both their heads.
Away.

War. Farewell vaine worlde.

1555

Lan. Sweete Mortimer farewell.

Mor. iu. England, vnkinde to thy nobilitie,

Grone for this greefe, behold how thou art maimed.

1560

1528 S.D. Alarums. Exeunt the two parties severally. Enter King Edward and his followers, with the Barons and Kent captive Dyce

1612, 1622

1540+S.D. Exit Kent add. Dyce

1546 'gainst 1622 etc.

1542 messengers

Edw. Go take that haughtie Mortimer to the tower, There see him safe bestowed, and for the rest,

Do speedie execution on them all.

Be gon.>

Mor. iu. What Mortimer? can ragged stonie walles 1565 Immure thy vertue that aspires to heauen?

No Edward, England's scourge, it may not be,
Mortimer's hope surmounts his fortune farre

Edw. Sound drums and trumpets, marche with me my friends,

Edward this day hath crownd him king a new.

Manent Spencer filius, Levune & Baldock.
Spen. Levune, the trust that we repose in thee
Begets the quiet of king Edward's land,
Therefore be gon in hast, and with aduice
Bestowe that treasure on the lords of Fraunce,
That therewith all enchaunted like the guarde,

Exit

1571

1575

That suffered Ioue to passe in showers of golde
To Danae, all aide may be denied

To Isabell the Queene, that now in France

Makes friends, to crosse the seas with her yong sonne, > And step into his father's regiment.

1580

Levu. That's it these Barons and the subtill Queene

Long leueld at.

Bald. Yea, but Levune thou seest,

These Barons lay their heads on blocks together,

What they intend, the hangman frustrates cleane.

1585

Levun. Haue you no doubts my lords, ile clap so close

Among the lords of France with England's golde,

That Isabell shall make her plaints in vaine,

1589

And Fraunce shall be obdurat with her teares.
Spen. Then make for Fraunce amaine, Levune away,
Proclaime king Edward's warres and victories.

Enter Edmund.

Exeunt omnes.

Edm. Faire blowes the winde for Fraunce, blowe gentle

gale,

1568 his] hie 1612, 1622 led off add. Dyce

1568+S.D. The captive Barons are 1570 S.D. Levune Dyce etc.: Lewne Qq: 1575 therewithall 1622 1586

Lecune Rob. So ll. 1571, 1583, 1590 1582 leveld conj. Dod.3, Dyce etc.: doubts 1594: doubte 1598-1622 etc. 1594-1622 1591 + Act the Fourth.

leuied 1594-1622

clap so Dod. etc.: claps Scene I. add. Rob.

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Virily!

Till Edmund he arriude for England's good,
Nature, yeeld to my countries cause in this.
A brother, no, a butcher of thy friends,

1395

Proud Edward, doost thou banish me thy presence?

But ile to Fraunce, and cheere the wronged Queene,
And certifie what Edward's loosenes is.
Vnnaturall king, to slaughter noble men
And cherish flatterers: Mortimer I stay
Thy sweet escape,

Stand gratious gloomie night to his deuice.
Enter Mortimer disguised.

1600

Mor. iu. Holla, who walketh there, ist you my lord?
Edm. Mortimer tis I,

But hath thy potion wrought so happilie ?

Mor. iu. It hath my lord, the warders all a sleepe,
I thanke them, gaue me leaue to passe in peace :
But hath your grace got shipping vnto Fraunce?
Edm. Feare it not.

Enter the Queene and her sonne.

1605

Exeunt.

Qu. A boye, our friends do faile vs all in Fraunce,
The lords are cruell, and the king vnkinde,
What shall we doe?

Prince. Madam, returne to England,
And please my father well, and then a Fig
For all my vnckles frienship here in Fraunce.
I warrant you, ile winne his highnes quicklie,
A loues me better than a thousand Spencers.

Qu. A boye, thou art deceiude at least in this,
To thinke that we can yet be tun'd together,
No, no, we iarre too farre. Vnkinde Valoys,
Vnhappie Isabell, when Fraunce reiects,
Whether, O whether doost thou bend thy steps?
Enter sir Iohn of Henolt.

S. Ioh. Madam, what cheere?

Qu. A good sir Iohn of Henolt,

Neuer so cheereles, nor so farre distrest.

1611

1613

1620

1625

S. Ioh. I heare sweete lady of the kings vnkindenes,

But droope not madam, noble mindes contemne

Despaire will your grace with me to Henolt?

1609+ Scene II. ada Rob.

dar'st conj. Coll.

1622 doost] must conj. Dyce:

And there stay times aduantage with your sonne?
How say you my Lord, will you go with your friends, 1630
And share of all our fortunes equallie ?

Prin. So pleaseth the Queene my mother, me it likes./e
The king of England, nor the court of Fraunce,
Shall haue me from my gratious mother's side,
Till I be strong enough to breake a staffe,
And then haue at the proudest Spencer's head.
Sir Iohn. Well said my lord.

1635

Qu. Oh my sweet hart, how do I mone thy wrongs?

Yet triumphe in the hope of thee my ioye.

Ah sweete sir Iohn, euen to the vtmost verge

1640

Of Europe, or the shore of Tanaise,

Will we with thee to Henolt, so we will.
The Marques is a noble Gentleman,

His grace I dare presume will welcome me,
But who are these?

1645

Enter Edmund and Mortimer.

Edm. Madam, long may you liue Qu
Much happier then your friends in England do.
Qu. Lord Edmund and lord Mortimer aliue?
Welcome to Fraunce: the newes was heere my lord,
That you were dead, or very neare your death.

Mor. iu. Lady, the last was truest of the twaine,
But Mortimer reserude for better hap,

Hath shaken off the thraldome of the tower,

And liues t'aduance your standard good my lord.

1650

Prin. How meane you, and the king my father liues?

No my lord Mortimer, not I, I trow.

1656

Qu. Not sonne, why not? I would it were no worse, But gentle lords, friendles we are in Fraunce.

Mor. iu. Mounsier le Grand, a noble friend of yours, Tould vs at our arriuall all the newes,

How hard the nobles, how vnkinde the king
Hath shewed himself: but madam, right makes roome,
Where weapons want, and though a many friends
Are made away, as Warwick, Lancaster,
And others of our partie and faction,

1631 share of all T. B.: shake off all 1594-1622 etc.

us conj. Broughton

conj. Broughton

1632 please Fleay

1641 or] on Dyce

1655 and] an Cunn., Wag. Fleay, Tancock, Wag.

1660

1665

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Yet haue we friends, assure your grace, in England
Would cast vp cappes, and clap their hands for ioy,
To see vs there appointed for our foes.

Edm. Would all were well, and Edward well reclaimd, For Englands honor, peace, and quietnes.

1670 Mort. But by the sword, my lord, it must be deseru'd. The king will nere forsake his flatterers.

1675

S. Ioh. My Lords of England, sith the vngentle king Of Fraunce refuseth to giue aide of armes To this distressed Queene his sister heere, Go you with her to Henolt: doubt yee not, We will finde comfort, money, men, and friends Ere long, to bid the English king a base.

1680

How say yong Prince, what thinke you of the match?
Prin. I thinke king Edward will out-run vs all.
Qu. Nay sonne, not so, and you must not discourage

Your friends that are so forward in your aide.
Edm. Sir Iohn of Henolt, pardon vs I pray,
These comforts that you giue our wofull queene,
Binde vs in kindenes all at your commaund.

Qu. Yea gentle brother, and the God of heauen
Prosper your happie motion good sir Iohn.

Mor. iu. This noble gentleman forward in armes,
Was borne I see to be our anchor hold.
Sir John of Henolt, be it thy renowne,

That England's Queene, and nobles in distresse,
Haue beene by thee restored and comforted.

S. Iohn. Madam along, and you my lord with me,
That Englands peeres may Henolts welcome see.

1685

1690

Enter the king, Arundel, the two Spencers, with others.
Edw. Thus after many threats of wrathfull warre, 1695
Triumpheth Englands Edward with his friends,

And triumph Edward with his friends vncontrould.
My lord of Gloster, do you heare the newes ?
Spen. iu. What newes my lord?

Edw. Why man, they say there is great execution 1700 - Done through the realme: my lord of Arundell

You haue the note, haue you not?

1673 the] th' Dyce etc.

1678 a base]

1679 How say] How say'st Dyce: Now yong] you Rob.

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