E. Mor. Not I, against my nephew. Pem. Fear not; the queen's words cannot alter him. War. No? Do but mark how earnestly she pleads! Lan. And see how coldly his looks make denial! War. She smiles: now, for my life, his mind is chang'd! Lan. I'll rather lose his friendship, I, than grant. Y. Mor. Well, of necessity it must be so. My lords, that I abhor base Gaveston, I hope your honours make no question; And therefore, though I plead for his repeal, "Tis not for his sake, but for our avail;1 Nay, for the realm's behoof, and for the king's. Lan. Fie, Mortimer, dishonour not thyself! Can this be true, 'twas good to banish him? And is this true, to call him home again? Such reasons make white black, and dark night day. Y. Mor. My Lord of Lancaster, mark the respect.2 Lan. In no respect can contraries be true. Q. Isab. Yet, good my lord, hear what he can allege. War. All that he speaks is nothing; we are resolv'd. Y. Mor. Do you not wish that Gaveston were dead? Pem. I would he were! Y. Mor. Why, then, my lord, give me but leave to speak. E. Mor. But, nephew, do not play the sophister. Y. Mor. This which I urge is of a burning zeal To mend the king and do our country good. Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends As he will front the mightiest of us all? And whereas he shall live and be belov'd, "Tis hard for us to work his overthrow. War. Mark you but that, my Lord of Lancaster. Y. Mor. But, were he here, detested as he is, How easily might some base slave be suborn'd To greet his lordship with a poniard, And none so much as blame the murderer, But rather praise him for that brave attempt, And in the chronicle enrol his name, For purging of the realm of such a plague! Pem. He saith true. Lan. Ay, but how chance this was not done before? Y. Mor. Because, my lords, it was not thought upon. Nay more, when he shall know it lies in us E. Mor. But how if he do not, nephew? For, howsoever we have borne it out, Lan. On that condition Lancaster will grant. Y. Mor. In this I count me highly gratified, And Mortimer will rest at your command. Q. Isab. And when this favour Isabel forgets, Then let her live abandon'd and forlorn. But see, in happy time, my lord the king, Having brought the Earl of Cornwall on his way, Is new return'd. This news will glad him much: Yet not so much as me; I love him more Than he can Gaveston: would he lov'd me But half so much! then were I treble-blest. Re-enter KING EDWARD mourning. K. Edw. He's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn: Did never sorrow go so near my heart Q. Isab. Hark, how he harps upon his minion! Lan. Diablo! what passions call you these? news. K. Edw. That you have parled' with your Mortimer? Q. Isab. That Gaveston, my lord, shall be repeal'd. K. Edw. Repeal'd! the news is too sweet to be true. Q. Isab. But will you love me if you find it so? K. Edw. If it be so, what will not Edward do? Q. Isab. For Gaveston, but not for Isabel. K. Edw. For thee, fair queen, if thou lov'st Gaveston, I'll hang a golden tongue about thy neck, Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good success. Q. Isab. No other jewels hang about my neck Than these, my lord; nor let me have more wealth Than I may fetch from this rich treasury. K. Edw. Once more receive my hand; and let this be A second marriage 'twixt thyself and me. Q. Isab. And may it prove more happy than the first! My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair, K. Edw. Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy king; And, as gross vapours perish by the sun, Lan. This salutation overjoys my heart. K. Edw. Warwick shall be my chiefest counsellor: These silver hairs will more adorn my court War. Slay me, my lord, when I offend your grace. K. Edw. In solemn triumphs and in public shows Pembroke shall bear the sword before the king. 1 parled-spoken or conferred, from Fr. parler Pem. And with this sword Pembroke will fight for you. K. Edw. But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside? Be thou commander of our royal fleet; I make thee here Lord Marshal of the realm. K. Edw. And as for you, Lord Mortimer of Whose great achievements in our foreign war E. Mor. In this your grace hath highly honour'd me, For with my nature war doth best agree. While soldiers mutiny for want of pay. E. Mor. But, nephew, now you see the king is chang'd. Y. Mor. Then so am I, and live to do him service: Q. Isab. Now is the king of England rich and But, whiles I have a sword, a hand, a heart, Having the love of his renowmèd3 peers. K. Edw. Ay, Isabel, ne'er was my heart so light. Clerk of the crown, direct our warrant forth, Beau. It shall be done, my gracious lord. [Exit. K. Ed. Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your charge. Now let us in, and feast it royally. K. Edw. That day, if not for him, yet for my sake, Who in the triumph will be challenger, K. Edw. Thanks, gentle Warwick. let's in and revel. Come, [Exeunt all except the MORTIMERS. E. Mor. Nephew, I must to Scotland; thou stay'st here. Leave now to oppose thyself against the king: The conquering Hercules for Hylas wept, Then let his grace, whose youth is flexible, not me; But this I scorn, that one so basely born Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the realm, 1 like-please, which is its literal meaning. Chirke-Or Werke.'-DoDSLEY'S Old Plays. renowmèd - old form of renowned; Fr. renommé, from Lat. nomen, a name. • made him sure-bound or affianced him. cousin-equivalent here to niece. (So in Shakespeare's Hamlet, the king calls his nephew Hamlet 'cousin.")-DYCE. [Exeunt. Enter the younger SPENSER3 and BALDOCK. Bald. Spenser, Seeing that our lord the Earl of Gloucester's dead, Which of the nobles dost thou mean to serve? Y. Spen. Not Mortimer, nor any of his side, Because the king and he are enemies. Baldock, learn this of me: a factious lord Shall hardly do himself good, much less us; But he that hath the favour of a king May with one word advance us while we live. The liberal Earl of Cornwall is the man On whose good fortune Spenser's hope depends. Bald. What! mean you, then, to be his follower? Y. Spen. No, his companion; for he loves me well, And would have once preferr'd me to the king. Bald. But he is banish'd; there's small hope of him. Y. Spen. Ay, for a while; but, Baldock, mark the end. A friend of mine told me in secrecy It is about her lover Gaveston. Bald. 'Tis like enough; for, since he was exil'd, She neither walks abroad nor comes in sight. But I had thought the match had been broke off, And that his banishment had chang'd her mind. Y. Spen. Our lady's first love is not wavering; My life for thine, she will have Gaveston. Bald. Then hope I by her means to be preferr'd, Having read unto her since she was a child. And learn to court it like a gentleman. 1 jets-jet, to strut or walk proudly; to throw the body about in walking.-NARES. Fr. jeter, to throw. 2 cullions-base, cowardly fellows; scoundrels. Fr. coion, a dastard, poltroon. 3 Enter the younger Spenser, &c.-Scene, a hall in the mansion of the Duke of Gloucester. 4 legs-a bow made by throwing out the leg. Or looking downward, with your eyelids close, And saying, Truly, an't may please your honour, Can get you any favour with great men: Bald. Spenser, thou know'st I hate such formal toys, And use them but of mere hypocrisy. Which made me curate-like in mine attire, And apt for any kind of villany. am none of these common pedants, I, That cannot speak without propterea quod. Y. Spen. But one of those that saith quandoquidem,2 And hath a special gift to form a verb. Q. Isa. Look, Lancaster, how passionate1 he is, And still his mind runs on his minion! Lan. My lord, K. Edw. How now! what news? is Gaveston arriv'd? Y. Mor. Nothing but Gaveston? what means your grace? You have matters of more weight to think upon: The king of France sets foot in Normandy. K. Edw. A trifle! we'll expel him when we please. But tell me, Mortimer, what's thy device K. Edw. Pray thee, let me know it. Y. Mor. But, seeing you are so desirous, thus it is: A lofty cedar-tree, fair flourishing, On whose top-branches kingly eagles perch, Bald. Leave off this jesting; here my lady And by the bark a canker creeps me up, comes. Enter KING EDWARD'S Niece. Niece. The grief for his exile was not so much As is the joy of his returning home. This letter came from my sweet Gaveston: What need'st thou, love, thus to excuse thyself? I know thou couldst not come and visit me. I will not long be from thee, though I die!This argues the entire love of my lord; [Reads. [Reads. When I forsake thee, death seize on my heart!But stay thee here where Gaveston shall sleep. [Puts the letter into her bosom. Now to the letter of my lord the king: He wills me to repair unto the court, And meet my Gaveston: why do I stay, Seeing that he talks thus of my marriage-day? Who's there? Baldock! See that my coach3 be ready; I must hence. Spenser, stay you, and bear me company, Y. Spen. I knew the king would have him home again. Niece. If all things sort out, as I hope they will, Thy service, Spenser, shall be thought upon. Y. Spen. I humbly thank your ladyship. Niece. Come, lead the way: I long till I am there. [Exeunt. Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN ISABELLA, KENT, LANCASTER, the younger MORTIMER, WAR- K. Edw. The wind is good; I wonder why he 1 propterea quod-'because that.' [stays: 2 quando-quidem-secing,' or 'since that.' 3 coach. The reign of Elizabeth is generally cited as the period when coaches were introduced into England, and under that term carriages of every kind have been considered as included; but long anterior to that reign vehicles with wheels, under the denomination of chairs, cars, chariots, caroches, and whirlicotes, were used in England." Mr. Markland on Carriages in England. See Archæologia, vol. xx.'-DODSLEY'S Old Plays. park-pale-pale, fence, or boundary of the park. 5 sort out-arrange themselves, happen, or take effect. 6 Enter King Edward, &c.-Scene before Tynmouth Castle.-DYCE. And gets unto the highest bough of all; K. Edw. And what is yours, my Lord of Lancaster? Lan. My lord, mine's more obscure than Pliny reports, there is a flying-fish3 And therefore, being pursu'd, it takes the air: Kent. Proud Mortimer! ungentle Lancaster! And in your shields display your rancorous minds? What call you this but private libelling Against the Earl of Cornwall and my brother? Q. Isab. Sweet husband, be content; they all love you. K. Edw. They love me not that hate my I am that cedar; shake me not too much; Y. Mor. If in his absence thus he favours him, What will he do whenas he shall be present? Lan. That shall we see: look, where his lordship comes! Enter GAVESTON. K. Edw. My Gaveston! Welcome to Tynmouth! welcome to thy friend! 2 Eque tandem-'justly' or 'justice at last.' 3 flying-fish-The Exocatus. See Plinii Nat. Hist. lib. ix. 19.-DODSLEY'S Old Plays. A Undique, &c.-There is death on all sides.' jesses-from old Fr. ges, jet; from Lat. jacto, to throw. The short straps of leather round the legs of the hawk, in which were fixed the varvels or little rings of silver, and to these the leash or long strap which the falconer twisted round his hand.-NARES. Gwhenas-when. K. Edw. Convey hence Gaveston; they'll murder him. Gav. The life of thee shall salve this foul disgrace. Y. Mor. Villain, thy life! unless I miss mine aim. [Wounds GAVESTON. Q. Isab. Ah, furious Mortimer, what hast thou done? Y. Mor. No more than I would answer, were he slain. [Exit GAVESTON with Attendants. K. Ed. Yes, more than thou canst answer, though he live: Dear shall you both abide this riotous deed: Out of my presence; come not near the court! Y. Mor. I'll not be barr'd the court for Gaveston. Lan. We'll hale him by the ears unto the block. K. Edw. Look to your own heads; his is sure enough. War. Look to your own crown, if you back him thus. Kent. Warwick, these words do ill beseem thy years. K. Educ. Nay, all of them conspire to cross me thus: But, if I live, I'll tread upon their heads down. Come, Edmund, let's away, and levy men: 'Tis war that must abate these barons' pride. Exeunt KING EDWARD, QUEEN ISABELLA, and KENT. 1 preventeth-goeth before, i.e. anticipateth. 2 saire-heal or wipe out. War. I'll have his blood, or die in seeking it. Now send our heralds to defy the king; Y. Mor. Letters! from whence? Lan. Why, how now, cousin; how fare all our friends? Y. Mor. My uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots. Lan. We'll have him ransom'd, man: be of good cheer. Y. Mor. They rate his ransom at five thousand pounds. Who should defray the money but the king, Lan. Do, cousin, and I'll bear thee company. War. Meantime my Lord of Pembroke and myself Will to Newcastle here, and gather head. Y. Mor. About it, then, and we will follow you. Lan. Be resolute and full of secrecy. War. I warrant you. [Exit with PEMBROKE. Y. Mor. Cousin, an' if he will not ransom him, I'll thunder such a peal into his ears As never subject did unto his king. Lan. Content; I'll bear my part.-Holla! who's there? Enter Guard. Y. Mor. Ay, marry, such a guard as this doth well. Lan. Lead on the way. Guard. Whither will your lordships? Y. Mor. Whither else but to the king? Guard. You may not in, my lord. Y. Mor. May we not? Enter KING EDWARD and KENT. K. Edw. How now! What noise is this? who have we there? is't you? Y. Mor. Nay, stay, my lord; I come to bring you news; Mine uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots. Lan. 'Twas in your wars; you should ransom him. Y. Mor. And you shall ransom him, or elseKent. What! Mortimer, you will not threaten him. K. Ed. Quiet yourself; you shall have the broad seal, To gather for him throughout the realm. Lan. Your minion Gaveston hath taught you this. Y. Mor. My lord, the family of the Mortimers Are not so poor, but, would they sell their land, "Twould levy men enough to anger you. We never beg, but use such prayers as these. K. Edw. Shall I still be haunted thus? Y. Mor. Nay, now you are here alone, I'll speak my mind. Lan. And so will I; and then, my lord, farewell. Y. Mor. The idle triumphs, masks, lascivious shows, And prodigal gifts bestow'd on Gaveston, The murmuring commons, overstretched, break.' Y. Mor. The haughty Dane commands the narrow seas, While in the harbour ride thy ships unrigg'd. Lan. What foreign prince sends thee ambassadors ? Y. Mor. Who loves thee, but a sort of flatterers? Lan. Thy gentle queen, sole sister to Valois, Complains that thou hast left her all forlorn. Y. Mor. Thy court is naked, being bereft of those That make a king seem glorious to the world, Libels are cast again thee in the street; Lan. The northern borderers, seeing their houses burnt, Their wives and children slain, run up and down, Cursing the name of thee and Gaveston. Y. Mor. When wert thou in the field with banner spread, But once? and then thy soldiers march'd like players, 6 With garish robes, not armour; and thyself, Bedaub'd with gold, rode laughing at the rest, Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest, Where women's favours hung like labels down, Lan. And thereof came it that the fleering? Scots, To England's high disgrace, have made this jig: 9 Maids of England, sore may you mourn, For your lemans 10 you have lost at Bannocksbourn,With a heave and a ho! What weeneth 11 the king of England So soon to have won Scotland?- 7 fleering-sneering, scoffing. To fleer means to mock, deride, or taunt with insolence and contempt; it is also used as a noun. 8 jig, which now means a quick dance, formerly, as in the text, meant also a ballad, particularly a merry one. See next note. 9 Maids of England, &c. Taken (with very slight variations) from Fabyan's Chron. vol. ii. fol. 169, ed. 1559. This song,' says the Chronicle, was, after many days, sung in dances in the carols of the maidens and minstrels of Scotland.' 10 lemans-lovers. 11 weeneth-expecteth; Anglo-Saxon wen, hope. Y. Mor. Wigmore1 shall fly, to set my uncle free. Lan. And, when 'tis gone, our swords shall purchase more. If you be mov'd, revenge it as you can: Look next to see us with our ensigns spread. [Exit with Y. MORTIMER. K. Edw. My swelling heart for very anger breaks: How oft have I been baited by these peers, Yet, shall the crowing of these cockerels If I be cruel and grow tyrannous, Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late. Kent. My lord, I see your love to Gaveston K. Edw. Art thou an enemy to my Gaveston? Kent. Ay; and it grieves me that I favour'd him. K. Edw. Traitor, be gone! whine thou with Mortimer. Kent. So will I, rather than with Gaveston. K. Edw. Out of my sight, and trouble me no more! Kent. No marvel though thou scorn thy noble peers, When I thy brother am rejected thus. K. Edw. Away! [Exit KENT. Poor Gaveston, thou hast no friend but me! Do what they can, we'll live in Tynmouth here; And so I walk with him about the walls, What care I though the earls begirt us round? Here comes she that is cause of all these jars. Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, with EDWARD'S Niece, two Ladies, GAVESTON, BALDOCK, and the younger SPENSER. Q. Isab. My lord, 'tis thought the earls are up in arms. K. Edw. Ay, and 'tis likewise thought you favour 'em. Q. Isab. Thus do you still suspect me without cause. Niece. Sweet uncle, speak more kindly to the queen. Gav. My lord, dissemble with her; speak her fair. K. Edw. Pardon me, sweet; I forgot myself. Q. Isab. Your pardon is quickly got of Isabel. K. Edw. The younger Mortimer is grown so brave, That to my face he threatens civil wars. Gav. Why do you not commit him to the Tower? K. Edw. I dare not, for the people love him well. Gav. Why, then, we'll have him privily made away. K. Edw. Would Lancaster and he had both carous'd A bowl of poison to each other's health! May't please your grace to entertain them now. K. Edw. Tell me, where wast thou born? what is thine arms? 1 Wigmore. 'Mortimer junior was of Wigmore.'DODSLEY'S Old Plays. |