« ZurückWeiter »
From out a window laugh at such as we,
E. Mor. But, nephew, now you see the king is changed. Y. Mor. Then so am I, and live to do him service: But whilst I have a sword, a hand, a heart,
I will not yield to any such upstart.
You know my mind; come, uncle, let's away. [Exeunt.
ACT THE SECOND.
Enter 1 YOUNG SPENCER and BALDOCK.
Seeing that our lord the Earl of Gloucester's dead,
Y. Spen. Not Mortimer, nor any of his side;
Bald. But he is banished; there's small hope of him. Y. Spen. I, for a while; but, Baldock, mark the end. A friend of mine told me in secresy
1 Scene: a hall in Gloucester's mansion.
That he's repealed, and sent for back again;
Bald. 'Tis like enough; for since he was exiled
Y. Spen. Our lady's first love is not wavering;
Bald. Then hope I by her means to be preferred, Having read unto her since she was a child.
Y. Spen. Then, Baldock, you must cast the scholar off, And learn to court it like a gentleman.
'Tis not a black coat and a little band,
A velvet caped cloak, faced before with serge,
And smelling to a nosegay all the day,
Or holding of a napkin in your hand,
Or saying a long grace at a table's end,
Or making low legs to a nobleman,
Or looking downward with your eyelids close,
And saying, "Truly, an't may please your honour,"
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute,
Bald. Spencer, thou know'st I hate such formal toys, And use them but of mere hypocrisy.
Mine old lord while he lived was so precise,
That he would take exceptions at my buttons,
And being like pins' heads, blame me for the bigness;
Which made me curate-like in mine attire,
And apt for any kind of villainy.
I am none of these common pedants, I,
That cannot speak without propterea quod.
Y. Spen. But one of those that saith, quandoquidem, And hath a special gift to form a verb.
Bald. Leave off this jesting, here my lady comes.
Enter the Lady.
Lady. The grief for his exile was not so much,
As is the joy of his returning home.
He wills me to repair unto the court,
See that my coach be ready, I must hence.
Bald. It shall be done, madam.
Lady. And meet me at the park-pale presently.
1 So ed. 1612.-Omitted in ed. 1598.
Spencer, stay you and bear me company,
For I have joyful news to tell thee of;
My lord of Cornwall is a coming over,
And will be at the court as soon as we.
Spen. I knew the king would have him home again. Lady. If all things sort out, as I hope they will, Thy service, Spencer, shall be thought upon. Spen. I humbly thank your ladyship.
Lady. Come, lead the way; I long till I am there.
Enter1 EDWARD, the QUEEN, LANCASTER, YOUNG MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, KENT, and Attendants.
Edw. The wind is good, I wonder why he stays;
I fear me he is wrecked upon the sea.
Queen. Look, Lancaster, how passionate he is,
And still his mind runs on his minion!
Lan. My lord.
Edw. How now! what news? is Gaveston arrived?
Y. Mor. Nothing but Gaveston! what means your
You have matters of more weight to think upon;
The King of France sets foot in Normandy.
Edw. A trifle! we'll expel him when we please.
But tell me, Mortimer, what's thy device
1 Scene: before Tynemouth Castle.