"[Thunder rolls]" "[Bell ringing]" "[♪ Trumpet fanfare ♪]" "[Men shouting]" "'My father is deceased." "'Come Gaveston, and share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.'" "Words that make me surfeit with delight." "What greater bliss can hap to Gaveston than live and be the favourite of a king?" "Sweet Prince, I come." "These, these thy amorous lines might have enforced me to have swum from France, and, like Leander, gasped upon the sand so thou wouldst smile and take me in thine arms." "The sight of London to my exiled eyes" "Is as Elysium to a newcome soul" "Not that I love the city or the men, but that it harbours him I hold so dear, the King, upon whose bosom let me lie, and with the world be still at enmity." "Farewell, base stooping to the lordly peers." "My knee shall bow to none but to the King." "I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, musicians, that with touching of a string may draw the pliant King which way I please." "Music and poetry is his delight, therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, sweet speeches, comedies and pleasing shows." "And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad." "My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, shall with their goat feet dance an antic hay." "Sometimes a lovely boy in Dian's shape... with hair that gilds the water as it glides, crownets of pearl about his naked arms, and in his sportful hands an olive tree to hide those parts which men delight to see, shall bathe him in a spring." "And there, hard by, one like Actaeon, peeping through the grove, shall by the angry goddess be transformed, and running in the likeness of an hart, by yelping hounds pulled down, shall seem to die." "Such things as these best please his majesty, my lord." "[Drum roll]" "Here comes the King and the nobles from the parliament." "I'll stand aside." "[Trumpet fanfare]" " Lancaster!" " My lord." "That Earl of Lancaster do I abhor." "Will you not grant me this?" "In spite of them I'll have my will" "These Mortimers, that cross me thus, shall know I am displeased." "That villain, Mortimer." "I'll be his death." "Mine uncle here, this earl, and I myself, were sworn to your father at his death that he should ne'er return Into the realm." "And know, my lord, ere I will break mine oath, this sword of mine, that should offend your foes, shall sleep within the scabbard at thy need, and underneath thy banners march who will," "for Mortimer will hang his armour up." "I'll make thee rue these words." "Beseems it thee to contradict thy King?" "Frown'st thou thereat, aspiring Lancaster?" "The sword shall plane the furrows of thy brows and hew these knees that now are grown so stiff." "I will have Gaveston!" "And you shall know what danger 'tis to stand against your King." "Well done, Ned." "My lord, why do you thus incense your peers that naturally would love and honour you but for that base and obscure Gaveston?" "Four earldoms have I besides Lancaster " "Derby, Salisbury, Lincoln, Leicester." "These will I sell, to give my soldiers pay, ere Gaveston shall stay within the realm." "Therefore, if he be come, expel him straight." "Barons and earls, your pride hath made me mute." "But now I'll speak, and to the proof, I hope." "I do remember, in my father's day, Lord Percy of the North, being highly moved, braved Mowbray in presence of the King, for which, had not his highness loved him well, he should have lost his head." "But with his look the undaunted spirit of Percy was appeased, and Mowbray and he were reconciled." "Yet dare you brave the King unto his face." "Brother, revenge it, and let these their heads preach upon poles," " for trespass of their tongues." " O, our heads!" "Ay, yours, and therefore I would wish you grant." " Bridle thy anger, gentle Mortimer." " I cannot, nor I will not." "I must speak." "Cousin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads and strike off his that makes you threaten us." "Come, uncle, let us leave the brainsick king, and henceforth parley with our naked swords." "Wiltshire hath men enough to save our heads." "All Warwickshire will love him for my sake." "And northward, Gaveston hath many friends." "Adieu, my lord, and either change your mind or look to see the throne, where you should sit, to float in blood, and at thy wanton head the glozing head of thy base minion thrown." "I cannot brook these haughty menaces." "Am I a king, and must be overruled?" "Brother, display my ensigns in the field." "I'll bandy with the barons and the earls and either die or live with Gaveston." " I can no longer keep me from my lord." " What, Gaveston...welcome." "Kiss not my hand." "Embrace me, Gaveston, as I do thee." "Why shouldst thou kneel?" "Know'st thou not who I am?" "Thy friend, thyself, another Gaveston." "Not Hylas was more mourned of Hercules than thou hast been of me since thy exile." "And, since I went from hence, no soul in hell hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston." "I know it." "Brother, welcome home my friend." "Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire and that high-minded Earl of Lancaster." "I have my wish, in that I joy thy sight, and sooner shall the sea o'erwhelm my land than bear the ship that shall transport thee hence." "I here create thee..." "Lord High-chamberlain," "Chief Secretary to the state and me, Earl of Cornwall, King and Lord of Man." "My lord, these titles far exceed my worth." "Brother, the least of these may well suffice for one of greater birth than Gaveston." "Cease, brother, for I cannot brook these words." "Thy worth, sweet friend, Is far above my gifts." "Therefore, to equal it, receive my heart." "If for these dignities thou be envied, I'll give thee more, for but to honour thee Is Edward pleased with kingly regiment." "It shall suffice me to enjoy your love, which whiles I have, I think myself as great as Caesar riding in the Roman street, with captive kings at his triumphant car." "Whither goes my lord of Coventry so fast?" "To celebrate your father's exequies." "But is that wicked Gaveston returned?" "Ay, priest, and lives to be revenged on thee, that wert the only cause of his exile." "'Tis true, and, but for reverence of these robes, thou shouldst not plod one foot beyond this place." "I did no more than I was bound to do." "And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaimed, as then I did incense the parliament, so will I now, and thou shalt back to France." "Saving your reverence, you must pardon me." "Throw off his golden mitre, rend his stole, and in the Channel christen him anew." "O, brother, lay not violent hands on him, for he'll complain unto the See of Rome." "Let him complain unto the See of Hell." "I'll be revenged on him for my exile." " [Yells]" " No!" "Spare his life." "But seize upon his goods." "Be thou Lord Bishop and receive his rents, and make him serve thee as thy chaplain." "I give him thee." "Here, use him as thou wilt." "He shall to prison, and there die in bolts." "Ay, to the Tower..." "the Fleet, or where thou wilt." "Who's there?" "Convey this priest to the Tower." "For this offence, be thou cursed of God!" "[Laughter]" "What!" "Will they tyrannise upon the Church?" " O, wicked King." " Accursed Gaveston." "Well, let that peevish Frenchman guard him sure." "Unless his breast be sword-proof, he shall die." "How now!" "Why droops the Earl of Lancaster?" "Wherefore is Guy of Warwick discontent?" " That villain Gaveston is made an earl" " An earl!" "Ay, and besides Lord Chamberlain of the realm, and Secretary too, and Lord of Man." "We may not nor we will not suffer this." "Doth no man take exceptions at the slave?" "All stomach him, but none dares speak a word." "Ah, that betrays their baseness, Lancaster." "Were all the earls and barons of my mind, we'd hale him from the bosom of the King and at the court gate hang the peasant up who, swollen with venom of ambitious pride, will be the ruin of the realm and us." "Here comes my lord of Canterbury's grace." "His countenance betrays he is displeased." "First were his sacred garments rent and torn, then laid they violent hands upon him." "Next, himself imprisoned and his goods asseized." "This certify the Pope." "Away, take horse." "My lord, will you take arms against the King?" "What need I?" "God himself is up in arms when violence is offered to the church." "Then will you join with us, that be his peers, to banish or behead that Gaveston?" "What else, my lords?" "For it concerns me near." "The bishoprick of Coventry is his." "Madam, whither walks your majesty so fast?" "Unto the forest, gentle Mortimer, to live in grief and baleful discontent." "For now my lord the King regards me not, but dotes upon the love of Gaveston." "He claps his cheeks and hangs about his neck, smiles in his face and whispers in his ears." "And, when I come, he frowns, as who should say," "'Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston.'" "Is it not strange he is thus bewitched?" "Madam, return unto the court again." "That sly, inveigling Frenchman we'll exile, or lose our lives, and yet, ere that day come, the King shall lose his crown, for we have power, and courage too, to be revenged at full" "Then let him stay." "For, rather than my lord shall be oppressed by dull mutinies," "I will endure a melancholy life and let him frolic with his minion." "My lords, to ease all this, but hear me speak." "We and the rest, that are his counsellors, will meet, and with a general consent confirm his banishment with our hands and seals." "Content." "And in the meantime, I'll entreat you all to cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me." "Come, then, let's away." " Madam, farewell" " Farewell, sweet Mortimer." "And, for my sake, forbear to levy arms against the King." "Ay, if words will serve." "If not, I must." "Here is the form of Gaveston's exile." "May it please your lordship to subscribe your name?" "Give me the paper." "O, quick, quick, my lord." "I long to write my name." "But I long more to see him banished hence." "The name of Mortimer shall fright the King unless he be declined from that base peasant." "[Trumpet fanfare]" "(Lancaster) My lord." "What?" "Are you moved that Gaveston sits here?" "It is our pleasure." "We will have it so." "Your grace doth well to place him by your side, for nowhere else the new earl is so safe." "What man of noble birth can brook this sight?" "Ignoble vassal, that, like Phaeton, aspirest unto the guidance of the sun!" "Their downfall is at hand, their forces down." "We will not thus be faced and overpeered." "Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer!" "Lay hands on that traitor Gaveston!" "Is this the duty that you owe your King?" "We know our duties." "Let him know his peers." " Stay, or ye shall die." " We are no traitors, therefore threaten not." "No, threaten not, my lord, but pay them home." "Were I a king..." "Thou, villain, wherefore talk'st thou of a king, that hardly art a gentleman by birth?" "Were he a peasant, being my minion, I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him." "My lord, you may not thus disparage us." "Away, I say, with hateful Gaveston." "And with the Earl of Kent that favours him." "Nay, then, lay violent hands upon your King." "Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne." "Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown." "Was ever king thus overruled as I?" "Then learn to rule us better, and the realm." "What we have done, our heart blood shall maintain." "Think you that we can brook this upstart's pride?" "Anger and wrathful fury stops my speech." "Why are you moved?" "Be patient, my lord, and see what we, your counsellors, have done." "My lords, now let us all be resolute and either have our wills or lose our lives." "Meet you for this, proud over-daring peers?" "Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me, this isle shall fleet upon the ocean and wander to the unfrequented Inde." "You know that I am legate to the Pope." "On your allegiance to the See of Rome, subscribe, as we have done, to his exile." "Curse him if he refuse and then may we depose him and elect another king." "There it goes!" "But yet I will not yield." "Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can." "Then linger not, my lord, but do it straight." "Remember how the bishop was abused." "Either banish him that was the cause thereof, or I will presently discharge these lords of duty and allegiance due to thee." "It boots me not to threat." "I must speak fair." "The legate of the Pope will be obeyed." "My lord, you shall be Chancellor of the realm." "Thou, Lancaster, high Admiral of our fleet" "Young Mortimer and his uncle shall be earls." "And you, lord Warwick, President of the North." "And thou of Wales." "If this content you not, make several kingdoms of this monarchy and share it equally amongst you all, so I may have some nook or corner left to frolic with my dearest Gaveston." " Nothing shall alter us." "We are resolved." " Come, come, subscribe." "Why should you love him whom the world hates so?" "Because he loves me more than all the world." "And none but rude and savage-minded men would seek the ruin of my Gaveston." "You that be noble born should pity him." "You that are princely born should shake him off." "For shame, subscribe, and let the lown depart." "Urge him, my lord." "Are you content to banish him the realm?" "I see I must, and therefore am content." "Instead of ink, I'll write it with my tears." "The King is lovesick for his minion." "'Tis done." "And now, accursed hand, fall off." "Give it me." "I'll have it published in the streets." " I'll see him presently dispatched away." " Now is my heart at ease." "And so is mine." "This will be good news to the common sort." "How fast they run to banish him I love." "They would not stir, were it to do me good." "Why should a king be subject to a priest?" "Proud Rome, that hatchest such Imperial grooms, with these thy superstitious taperlights, wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze," "I'll fire thy crazed buildings and enforce the papal towers to kiss the lowly ground, with slaughtered priests make Tiber's channel swell and banks raised higher with their sepulchres!" "As for the peers that back the clergy thus, If I be King, not one of them shall live." "[Men's voices echoing]" "My Lord, I hear it whispered everywhere that I am banished and must fly the land." "'Tis true, sweet Gaveston." "O, were it false!" "The legate of the Pope will have it so, and thou must hence, or I shall be deposed." "But I will reign to be revenged on them and therefore, sweet friend, take it patiently." "Live where thou wilt, I'll send thee gold enough." "And long thou shall not stay or, if thou dost, I'll come to thee." "My love will ne'er decline." "Is all my hope turned to this hell of grief?" "Rend not my heart with thy too piercing words." "Thou from this land, I from myself am banished." "To go from hence grieves not poor Gaveston, but to forsake you, in whose gracious looks the blessedness of Gaveston remains." "For nowhere else seeks he felicity." "And only this torments my heart, that, whether I will or no, thou must depart." "Be Governor of Ireland in my stead, and there abide till fortune call thee home." "Here, take my picture." "And let me wear thine." "O, might I keep thee here, as I do this." "Happy were I, but now most miserable." "'Tis something to be pitied of a king." "Thou shalt not hence." "I'll hide thee, Gaveston." "I should be found, and then 'twill grieve me more." "Kind words and mutual talk makes our grief greater." "Therefore, with dumb embracement, let us part." "Stay, Gaveston." "I cannot leave thee thus." "For every look, my lord drops down a tear." "Seeing I must go, do not renew my sorrow." "The time is little that thou hast to stay and, therefore, give me leave to look my fill" "But come, sweet friend, I'll see thee on thy way." " The peers will frown." " I pass not for their anger." "Come, let's go." " O, that we might as well return as go!" " Whither goes my lord?" "Fawn not on me, French strumpet Get thee gone!" "On whom but on my husband should I fawn?" "On Mortimer, with whom, ungentle Queen..." "I say no more." "judge you the rest, my lord." "In saying this, thou wrong'st me, Gaveston." "Is't not enough that thou corrupt'st my lord and art a bawd to his affections but thou must call mine honour thus in question?" "I mean not so." "Your grace must pardon me." "Thou art too familiar with that Mortimer, and by thy means is Gaveston exiled." "But I would wish thee reconcile the lords, or thou shalt ne'er be reconciled to me." "Your highness knows it lies not in my power." "Away, then!" "Touch me not." "Come, Gaveston." "Villain, 'tis thou that robb'st me of my lord." "Madam, 'tis you that rob me of my lord." "Speak not unto her." "Let her droop and pine." "Wherein, my lord, have I deserved these words?" "Witness the tears that Isabella sheds, witness this heart that, sighing for thee, breaks." "How dear my lord is to poor Isabel" "And witness, heaven, how dear thou art to me." "[Cries]" "There weep, for, till my Gaveston be repealed, assure thyself thou com'st not in my sight." "O...miserable and distressed Queen!" "Would, when I left sweet France, and was embarked, that charming Circe, walking on the waves, had changed my shape." "Or at the marriage day the cup of Hymen had been full of poison." "Or with those arms, that twined about my neck, I had been stifled, and not lived to see the King my lord thus to abandon me!" "Look where the sister of the King of France sits wringing of her hands" " and beats her breast." " I know 'tis long of Gaveston she weeps." "Why, he is gone." "Madam, how fares your grace?" "Ah, Mortimer, now breaks the King's hate forth and he confesseth that he loves me not." "Cry quittance, madam, then, and love not him." "No, rather will I die a thousand deaths, and yet I love in vain - he'll ne'er love me." "Fear ye not, madam." "Now his minion's gone, his wanton humour will be quickly left." "O, never, Lancaster!" "I am enjoined to sue unto you all for his repeal" "His repeal, Madam?" "He comes not back unless the sea cast up his shipwrecked body." "To behold so sweet a sight, there's none here but would run his horse to death." "But, madam, would you have us call him home?" "Ay, Mortimer." "For, till he be restored, the angry King hath banished me the court." "And, therefore, as thou lovest and tenderest me, be thou my advocate unto these peers." "Fair Queen, forbear to angle for the fish that, being caught, strikes him that takes it dead." "I mean that vile torpedo, Gaveston, that now, I hope, floats on the Irish seas." "Sweet Mortimer, sit thou by me a while, and I will tell thee reasons of such weight as thou wilt soon subscribe to his repeal" "It is impossible." " But speak your mind." " Then thus." "But none shall hear it but ourselves." "My lords, albeit the Queen win Mortimer, will you be resolute and hold with me?" "Not I, against my nephew." "Fear not." "The Queen's words cannot alter him." "No?" "Do but mark how earnestly she pleads." "And see how coldly his looks make denial" "She smiles." "Now, by my life, his mind is changed." "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 good, but for our avail" "Nay, for the realm's behoof, and for the King's." "Fie, Mortimer, dishonour not thyself." "Can this be true, 'twas good to banish him?" "And is this true, to call him home again?" "Good my lord, hear what he can allege." "All that he speaks is nothing." "We are resolved." "Do you not wish that Gaveston were dead?" " I would he were." " Why then, but give me leave to speak." "But, nephew, do not play the sophister." "Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, that will in Ireland purchase him such friends as he shall front the mightiest of us all?" "And whereas he shall live and be beloved, 'tis hard for us to work his overthrow." "Mark you but that, my lord of Lancaster." "But, were he here, detested as he is, how easily might some base slave be suborned 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 enroll his name for purging of the realm of such a plague." " He saith true." " Ay." "But how chance this was not done before?" "Because, my lord, it was not thought upon." "Nay, more, if to perform this I be slack," " think me as base a groom as Gaveston." " On that condition Lancaster will grant." " So will Pembroke." " And I." " And I." " In this I count me highly gratified." "And Mortimer will rest at your command." "And when this favour Isabel forgets, then let her live abandoned and forlorn." "But see, in happy time my lord the King, having brought the Earl of Cornwall on his way, is new returned." "This news will glad him much." "Yet not so much as me." "I love him more than he can Gaveston." "Would he loved me half so much then were I treble blest." "He's gone..." "and for his absence thus I mourn." "Did never sorrow go so near my heart as doth the want of my sweet Gaveston?" "And, could my crown's revenue bring him back, I give it freely to his enemies and think I gained, having bought so dear a friend." " Hark, how he harps upon his minion." " My heart is as an anvil unto sorrow, that beats upon it like the Cyclops' hammer, and with the noise turns up my giddy brain and makes me frantic for my Gaveston." "Ah, had some bloodless Fury rose from hell and with my kingly sceptre struck me dead" " when I was forced to leave my Gaveston." " Diabolo, what passions call you these?" "(Isabella) My gracious lord, I come to bring you news." "That you have parlied with your Mortimer?" "That Gaveston, my lord, shall be repealed." "Repealed?" "The news is too sweet to be true." "But will you love me, if you find it so?" "If it be so, what will not Edward do?" " For Gaveston, but not for Isabel" " 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." "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." "O, how a kiss revives poor Isabel!" "Once more receive my hand, and let this be a second marriage 'twixt thyself and me." "And may it prove more happy than the first." "My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair that wait attendance for a gracious look, and on their knees salute your majesty." "Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy King." "And, as gross vapours perish by the sun, e'en so let hatred with thy sovereign's smile." "Live thou with me as my companion." "This salutation overjoys my heart." "Warwick shall be my chiefest counsellor." "These silver hairs will more adorn my court than gaudy silks or rich embroideries." "Chide me, sweet Warwick, if I go astray." "Slay me, my lord, if I offend your grace." "In solemn triumphs and in public shows," "Pembroke shall bear the sword before the King." "And with this sword Pembroke will fight for you." "But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside?" "Be thou commander of our royal fleet." "Or if that lofty office like thee not, re-make thee here Lord Marshal of the realm." "My lord, I'll marshal so your enemies, as England shall be quiet, and you safe." "And as for you, Lord Mortimer of Chirke, whose great achievements in our foreign wars deserves no common place nor mean reward, be thou the general of the levied troops that now are ready to assail the Scots." "In this your grace hath highly honoured me, for with my nature war doth best agree." "Now is the King of England rich and strong," " having the love of his renowned peers." " Ay, Isabel, ne'er was my heart so light." "Clerk of the crown, direct my warrant forth, to Gaveston, for Ireland!" "Beaumont fly, as fast as Iris or Jove's Mercury." "It shall be done, my gracious lord." "Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your charge." "Come, let's away, and feast it royally." "Against our friend the Earl of Cornwall come." "We'll have a general tilt and tournament." "And then, you know, his marriage shall be solemnised." "For wot you not I have made him sure unto our niece, the Earl of Gloucester's heir?" "Such news we hear, my lord." "That day, if not for him, then for my sake, who in the triumph will be challenger, spare for no cost." "We will requite your love." "In this or aught your highness may command us." "Thanks, gentle Warwick." "Come, let's in and revel!" "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "[Laughing]" "Nephew, I must to Scotland." "Thou stayest here." "Leave now to oppose thyself against the King." "The mightiest Kings have had their minions." "Great Alexander loved Hephaestion, the conquering Hercules for Hylas wept" "And not kings only, but the wisest men." "The Roman Tully loved Octavius, grave Socrates wild Alcibiades." "Then let his grace, whose youth is flexible, and promiseth as much as we can wish, freely enjoy that vain, lightheaded earl, for riper years will wean him from such toys." "Uncle, his wanton humour grieves 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 while soldiers mutiny for want of pay." "While others walk below, the King and he, from out a window, laugh at such as we," "And flout our train, and jest at our attire." "Uncle, 'tis this makes me impatient." "But, nephew, now you see the King is changed." "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." "[Laughing]" "Spencer, seeing that our lord the Earl of Gloucester's dead, which of the nobles dost thou mean to serve?" "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 Spencer's hopes depend." "What?" "Mean you, then, to be his follower?" "No, his companion, for he loves me well, and would have once preferred me to the King." "But he is banished." "There's small hope of him." "Ay, Baldock, but mark the end." "A friend of mine told me in secrecy that he's repealed and sent for back again." "And even now a post came from the court with letters to our lady from the King." "And, as she read, she smiled, which makes me think It is about her lover Gaveston." "and that his banishment had changed her mind." "Our lady's first love is not wavering." "My life for thine, she will have Gaveston." "Then hope I by her means to be preferred, having read unto her since she was a child." "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, can get you any favour with great men." "You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, and now and then...stab... as occasion serves." "Spencer, thou knowest 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..." " [Laughs] - ...though inwardly licentious enough and apt for any kind of...villainy." "Leave off this jesting, here our lady comes." "The grief for his exile was not so much as is the joy for his returning home." "This letter came from my sweet Gaveston." "'I will not long be from thee though I die.'" "O, this argues the entire love of my lord." "'When I forsake thee, death seize on my heart'" "But rest thee here, where Gaveston shall sleep." "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 thus talks of my marriage day?" " [Laughing]" " Who's there?" "Baldock, see that my coach be ready." "I must hence." "It shall be done, madam." "And meet me at the park-pale presently." "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." "[Laughs]" "The wind is good, I wonder why he stays." "I fear me he is wrecked upon the sea." "Look, Lancaster, how passionate he is, and still his mind runs on his minion." " My lord." " How now, what news?" " Is Gaveston arrived?" " Nothing but Gaveston!" "You have matters of more weight to think upon." "The King of France sets foot in Normandy." "A trifle." "We'll expel him when we please." "But, Mortimer, tell me, what's thy device against the stately triumph we decreed?" "A homely one, my lord, not worth the telling." "Prithee let me know it" "But seeing you are so desirous, thus it is." "A lofty cedar tree fair flourishing, on whose top branches kingly eagles perch, and by the bark a canker creeps me up and gets into the highest bough of all" "The motto, 'Æque tandem'." "And what is yours, my lord of Lancaster?" "My lord, mine's more obscure than Mortimer's." "Pliny reports there is a flying fish, which all the other fishes deadly hate, and therefore, being pursued, It takes the air." "No sooner is it up, but there's a fowl which seizeth it" "And this fish, my lord, I bear, the motto, 'Undique mors est'." "Proud Mortimer, ungentle Lancaster," "Is this the love you bear your sovereign?" "Is this the fruit your reconcilement bears?" "Sweet husband, be content They all love you." "They love me not that hate my Gaveston." "I am that cedar." "Shake me not too much." "And you the eagles, soar ye ne'er so high." "I have the jesses that will pull you down." "Though thou compar'st him to a flying fish, and threatenest death whether he rise or fall, 'tis not the hugest monster of the sea, nor foulest harpy, that can swallow him." "If in his absence thus he favours him, what will he do when he shall be present?" " [♪ Fanfare ♪]" " That shall we see." "Look where his lordship comes." "My Gaveston!" "Welcome to Tynemouth!" "Welcome to thy friend!" "Thy absence made me droop and pine away, for, as the lovers of fair Danae, when she was locked up in a brazen tower, desired her more, and waxed outrageous, so sure it did with me." "And now thy sight is sweeter far than was thy parting hence bitter and Irksome to my sobbing heart" "Sweet lord and king, your speech preventeth mine, yet have I words left to express my joy." "The shepherd, nipped with biting winter's rage, frolics not more to see the painted spring than I do to behold your majesty." "Will none of you salute my Gaveston?" "Salute him?" "Yes." "Welcome, Lord Chamberlain." "Welcome is the good Earl of Cornwall" "Welcome, Lord Governor of the Isle of..." "Man." " Welcome, master Secretary." " Brother, do you hear them?" "Still will these earls and barons use me thus?" "I cannot brook these injuries." "Return it to their throats." "I'll be thy warrant" "Ay me, poor soul, when these begin to jar." "Base, leaden earls, that glory in your birth, go sit at home and eat your tenants' beef, and come not here to scoff at Gaveston, whose mounting thoughts did never creep so low as to bestow a look on such as you." "Yet I disdain not to do this for you." " Treason, treason!" "Where's the traitor?" " Here." "Here!" "Convey hence Gaveston." "They'll murder him." "The life of thee shall salve this foul disgrace." "Villain, thy life unless I miss mine aim." "Furious Mortimer, what hast thou done?" "No more than I would answer, were he slain." "Yea, more than thou canst answer, though he live." "Dear shall you both abide this riotous deed." "Out of our presence!" "Come not near the court" "I'll not be barred the court for Gaveston." "We'll hale him by the ears unto the block." "Look to your own heads." "His is sure enough." "Look to your own crown, If you back him thus." "Warwick, these words do ill beseem thy years." "All of them conspire to cross me thus, but if I live I'll tread upon their heads that think with high looks thus to tread me down." "Come, Edmund, let's away, and levy men." "'Tis war that must abate these barons' pride!" "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "Let's to our castles, for the King is moved." "Moved may he be, and perish in his wrath!" "Cousin, it is no dealing with him now." "He means to make us stoop by force of arms." "And therefore let us jointly here protest to prosecute that Gaveston to the death." "By heaven, the abject villain shall not live." "I'll have his blood, or die in seeking it" " The like oath Pembroke takes." " And so doth Lancaster." "Now send our heralds to defy the King and make the people swear to put him down." " Letters?" "From whence?" " From Scotland, my lord." "Why, how now, cousin, how fares all our friends?" "My uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots." "We'll have him ransomed, man, be of good cheer." "They rate his ransom at five thousand pound." "Who should defray the money but the King, seeing he was taken prisoner in his wars?" "I'll to the King." "Do, cousin, and I'll bear thee company." "My lord of Pembroke and myself will to Newcastle here, and gather head." " About it, then, and we will follow you." " Be resolute and full of secrecy." "I warrant you." "Cousin, and if he will not ransom him, I'll thunder such a peal into his ears as never subject did unto his king." "Content, I'll bear my part" "Hello, who's there?" "How now, what noise is that?" "Who have we there?" " Is't you?" " Nay." "Stay." "My lord" "I come to bring you news." "My uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots." "Then ransom him." "'Twas in your wars." "You should ransom him." " And you shall ransom him, or else..." " Mortimer, you will not threaten him!" "Quiet yourself." "You shall have the broad seal to gather for him throughout the realm." "Your minion Gaveston hath taught you this." "My lord, the family of Mortimer is not so poor, but, would they sell their land, would levy men enough to anger you." "We never beg, but use such prayers as these." "Shall I still be haunted thus?" "Nay, now you are here alone, I'll speak my mind." "And so will I, my lord, and then farewell" "The idle triumphs, masks, lascivious shows and prodigal gifts bestowed on Gaveston, have drawn thy treasure dry, and made thee weak." "Look for rebellion, look to be deposed." "Thy garrisons are driven out of France, and, lame and poor, lie groaning at the gates." "The wild O'Neil, with swarms of Irish kerns, lives uncontrolled within the English pale." "Unto the walls of York the Scots made road, and, unresisted, drew away rich spoils." "When wert thou in the field with banner spread?" "But once, and then thy soldiers marched like players, with garish robes, not armour." "And thyself, bedaubed with gold, rode laughing at the rest, nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest, where women's favours hung like labels down." "Whereof comes it that the fleering Scots, to England's high disgrace," " have made this jig." " [Stamps feet]" "♪ Maids of England, sore may you mourn ♪" "♪ For your lemans you have lost at Bannocksbourn ♪" "[Others join in] ♪ With a heave and a ho, heave and a ho ♪" "♪ What weeneth the King of England ♪" "♪ So soon to have won Scotland?" "♪" " [Stamp feet] - ♪ With a rombelow ♪" "If ye be moved, revenge it as you can." "Look next to see us with our ensigns spread!" "My swelling heart for very anger breaks." "How oft have I been baited by these peers, and dare not be revenged, for their power is great" "But shall the crowing of these cockerels affright a lion?" "Edward, unfold thy paws, and let their lives' blood slake thy fury's hunger." "If I be cruel.." "and grow tyrannous... now let them thank themselves and rue too late." "My lord, I see your love to Gaveston will be the ruin of the realm and you, for now the wrathful nobles threaten wars." "And therefore, brother, banish him forever." "Art thou an enemy to my Gaveston?" "Ay, and it grieves me that I favoured him." "Traitor, be gone!" "Whine thou with Mortimer." " So will I, rather than with Gaveston." " Out of my sight, and trouble me no more!" "No marvel that thou scorn thy noble peers when I thy brother am rejected thus." "Away!" "Poor Gaveston... who hast no friend but me." "Do what they can, we'll live in Tynemouth here." "And, so I walk with him about the walls, what care I though the earls begirt us round?" "The younger Mortimer is grown so brave that to my face he threatens dull wars." "Why do you not commit him to the Tower?" "I dare not, for the people love him well" "Why, then, we'll have him privily made away." "Would Lancaster and he had both caroused a bowl of poison to each other's health." "Here comes she that's cause of all these jars." " 'Tis thought the earls are up in arms." "'Tis likewise thought you favour them." "Thus do you still suspect me without cause." "Sweet uncle, speak more kindly to the Queen." "My lord, dissemble with her." "Speak her fair." " Pardon me, sweet, I had forgot myself." " Your pardon is quickly got of Isabel" "But tell me...what are these?" "(Lady Margaret) Two of my father's servants whilst he lived." "May it please your grace to entertain them now." "Then tell me, where wast thou born?" "What is thine arms?" "My name is Baldock, and my gentry I fetched from Oxford, not from heraldry." "The fitter art thou, Baldock, for my turn." "Wait on me, and I'll see thou shalt not want" "I humbly thank your majesty." "Knowest thou him, Gaveston?" "Ay, my lord, his name is Spencer." "He is well allied." "For my sake let him wait upon your grace." "Scarce will you find a man of more desert" "Then, Spencer, wait upon me." "For his sake I'll grace thee with a higher style ere long." "No greater titles happen unto me than to be favoured of your majesty." "Cousin, this day shall be your marriage feast" "Gaveston, think that I love thee well to wed thee to our niece, the only heir unto the Earl of Gloucester late deceased." "I know, my lord, many will stomach me." "Yet I respect neither their love nor hate." "The headstrong barons shall not limit me." "He that I list to favour shall be great Come, let's away." "And, when the marriage ends, have at those rebels and their 'complices!" "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "[Drums]" "My lords, of love to this our native land, I come to join with you, and leave the King." "And in your quarrel, and the realm's behoof, will be the first that shall adventure life." "But what's the reason you should leave him now?" " I have informed the Earl of Lancaster." " And it sufficeth." "For know, your lords, that Gaveston is secretly arrived and here at Tynemouth frolics with the King." "Let us with these our followers scale the walls, and suddenly surprise them unawares." " I'll give the onset" " And I'll follow thee." "This tattered ensign of my ancestors, that swept the desert shore of that dead sea whereof we got the name of Mortimer, will I advance upon these castle walls." "Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport, and ring aloud the knell of Gaveston!" "[Trumpets, drums]" "[♪ Fanfare ♪]" " Tell me, Spencer...where is Gaveston?" " I fear me he is slain, my lord." "No, here he comes." "Now let them spoil and kill" "Fly, fly, my lord." "The earls have got the hold." "Take shipping, and away to Scarborough." "Spencer and I will post away by land." " Stay, they will not injure you." " I will not trust them, Gaveston, away!" " Lady, farewell" " Farewell, sweet uncle, till we meet again." "Farewell, sweet Gaveston, farewell, niece." " No farewell to poor Isabel thy Queen?" " Yes, yes, for Mortimer your lover's sake." "Heavens can witness, I love none but you!" "From my embracements thus he breaks away." "O, that mine arms could hold this isle about, that I might pull him to me where I would." "Or that these tears, that drizzle from mine eyes, had power to mollify his stony heart.." "that, when I had him, we might never part!" " I wonder how he 'scaped." " Who's this?" "The Queen?" "Ay, Mortimer." "The miserable Queen, whose pining heart her inward sighs have blasted, and body with continual mourning wasted." "These hands are tired of haling of my lord from Gaveston, from wicked Gaveston!" "Cease to lament and tell us where's the King?" "What would you with the King?" "Is't him you seek?" "We would but rid the realm of Gaveston." "Tell us where he remains, and he shall die." "He's gone by water unto Scarborough." "Pursue him quickly, and he cannot 'scape." "The King hath left him, and his train is small" "Forslow no time, sweet Lancaster." "Let's march." "Here in the river lies a Flemish hoy." "Let's all aboard, and follow him amain." "The wind that bears him hence will fill our sails." "Come, come, aboard." "'tis but an hour's sailing." " Madam, stay you within this castle here?" " No, Mortimer, I'll to my lord the King." "Nay, rather sail with us to Scarborough." "You know the King is so suspicious as, if he hear I have but talked with you, mine honour will be called in question." "And therefore, gentle Mortimer, be gone." "Madam, I cannot stay to answer you... but think of Mortimer as he deserves." "So well hast thou deserved, sweet Mortimer, as Isabel could live with thee forever." "In vain I look for love at Edward's hand, whose eyes are fixed on none but Gaveston." "Yet once more I'll importune him with prayers." "If he be strange, and not regard my words, my son and I will over into France and to the King my brother there complain how Gaveston hath robbed me of his love." "But yet, I hope, my sorrows will have end, and Gaveston this blessed day be slain." "Yet, lusty lords, I have escaped your hands, your threats, your 'larums and your hot pursuits." "And, though divorced from King Edward's eyes, yet liveth Pierce of Gaveston unsurprised, breathing in hope - malgrado all your beards, that muster rebels thus against your king - to see his royal sovereign once again." "Upon him, soldiers, take away his weapons." "Thou proud disturber of thy country's peace, corrupter of thy King, cause of these broils, base flatterer, yield." "Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death." "King Edward is not here to buckler thee." " Lancaster, why talk'st thou to the slave?" " Soldiers, take him hence." "For, by my sword, his head shall off." "Gaveston, short warning shall serve thy turn." "It is our country's cause that here severely we will execute upon your person." "Hang him at a bough." "I thank you all, my lords." "Then I perceive that heading is one, and hanging is the other, and death is all" "[♪ Fanfare ♪]" "My lord of Arundel" "My lords, King Edward greets you all by me." "Arundel, say your message." "His majesty, hearing you had taken Gaveston, entreateth you by me, yet but he may see him before he dies, for why, he says, and sends you word, he knows that die he shall" "And, if you gratify his grace so far, he will be mindful of the courtesy." "How now!" "Renowned Edward, how thy name revives poor Gaveston!" "No, it needeth not" "Arundel, we will gratify the King in other matters." "He must pardon us in this." " Soldiers, take him hence." " My lords, it is his majesty's request" "And in the honour of a king he swears he will but talk with him, and send him back." "When?" "Can you tell?" "Arundel, no." "We wot that he that the care of realm remits and drives his nobles to these exigents for Gaveston, will, if he sees him once, violate any promise to possess him." "Then, if you will not trust his grace in keep, my lords," "I will be pledge for his return." "It is honourable in thee to offer this." "But, for we know thou art a noble gentleman, we will not wrong thee so, to make away a true man for a thief." "How mean'st thou, Mortimer?" "That is overbase!" "Away, base groom, robber of king's renown!" "Question with thy companions and mates." "My lord Mortimer and you, my lords, each one, to gratify the King's request herein," "I will upon mine honour undertake to carry him, and bring him back again, provided this, that you, my lord of Arundel, will join with me." "Pembroke, what wilt thou do?" "Cause yet more bloodshed?" "Is it not enough that we have taken him, but must we now leave him on 'Had I wist,' and let him go?" "My lords, I will not overwoo your honours, but, if you dare trust Pembroke with the prisoner, upon mine oath, I will return him back." "My lord of Lancaster, what say you in this?" "I say..." "let him go on Pembroke's word." " And you, lord Mortimer?" " How say you, my lord of Warwick?" "Nay, do your pleasures." "I know how 'twill prove." "Then give him me." "Sweet sovereign, yet I come to see thee ere I die." "Yet not perhaps, If Warwick's wit and policy prevail" "My lord of Pembroke, we deliver him to you." "Return him on your honour." "Sound, away!" "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "My lord of Arundel, you shall join with me." "My house is not far hence, out of the way a little, but our men shall go along." "We that have pretty wenches to our wives, sir, must not come so near and balk their lips." "'Tis very kindly spoke, my lord of Pembroke." "Your honour hath an adamant of power to draw a prince." "So, my lord." "Come hither, James." "We do commit this Gaveston to thee." "Be thou this night his keeper." "In the morning we will discharge thee of thy charge." "Be gone." "Unhappy Gaveston, whither goest thou now?" " Thus to wrong thy friend!" " I see it is your life these arms pursue." "Weaponless must I fall, and die in bands?" "O, must this day be period of my life, centre of all my bliss!" "And ye be men, speed to the King." "My lord of Pembroke's men, strive you no longer." "I will have that Gaveston." "Your lordship doth dishonour to yourself and wrong our lord, your honourable friend." "No, James, It is our country's cause I follow." "We'll make quick work." "Come, let thy shadow parley with King Edward." "Treacherous earl, shall not I see the King?" "The King of Heaven perhaps, no other King." " [Yells]" " Soldiers, make him away." "No!" "No!" "[Screams]" "Commend me to your master, my friend." "Tell him..." "I watched it well" "I long to hear an answer from the barons touching my friend, my dearest Gaveston." "Ah, Spencer, not the riches of my realm can ransom him, ah, he is marked to die." "I know the malice of the younger Mortimer." "Warwick I know is rough, and Lancaster inexorable, and I shall never see my lovely Pierce, my Gaveston again." "The barons overbear me with their pride." "Were I King Edward, England's sovereign, son to the lovely Eleanor of Spain, great Edward Longshanks' issue, would I bear these braves, this rage, and suffer uncontrolled these barons thus to beard me in my land, In mine own realm?" "Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles." "No doubt, such lessons they would teach the rest, as by their preachments they will profit much and learn obedience to their lawful king." "Ay, gentle Spencer, we have been too mild, too kind to them, but now have drawn our sword." "And if they send me not my Gaveston, we'll steel it on thy crest and poll their tops." "This haught resolve becomes your majesty, not to be fled to their affection as though your highness were a schoolboy still and must be awed and governed like a child." "Long live my sovereign, the noble Edward," "In peace triumphant, fortunate in wars." "Welcome, old man." "Com'st thou in Edward's aid?" "Then tell thy prince of whence and what thou art" "Lo, with a band of bowmen and of pikes, brown bills and targeters, 400 strong, sworn to defend King Edward's royal right," "I come in person to your majesty." "Spencer, father of Hugh Spencer here... bound to your highness everlastingly for favours done, in him, unto us all" "Thy father, Spencer?" "True, and it like your grace, and pours, In lieu of all your goodness shown, his life, my lord, before your princely feet" "Welcome ten thousand times, old man, again." "Spencer, this love, this kindness to thy sovereign, argues thy noble mind and disposition." "We here create thee Earl of Wiltshire, and daily will enrich thee with our favour that as the sunshine, shall reflect o'er thee." "My lord, here comes the Queen." " Madam, what news?" " News of dishonour, lord, and discontent" "Our friend Levune, faithful and full of trust, Informeth us by letters and by words that Lord Valois, our brother, King of France, because your highness hath been slack in homage, hath taken Normandy into his hands." "These be the letters and this the messenger." "Welcome, Levune." "Tush, Sib, if this be all, Valois and I will soon be friends again." "But to my Gaveston." "Shall I never see, never behold thee now?" "Madam, in this matter we will employ you and your little son." "You shall go parley with the King of France." "Boy... see you bear you bravely to the King and do your message with a majesty." "O, fear not, lord and father, heaven's great beams on Atlas' shoulders shall not he more safe than shall your charge committed to my trust" "Ah, boy, this towardness makes thy mother fear thou are not marked to many days on earth." "We will that you with speed be shipped, and this our son." "Levune shall follow you." "Go thou in peace, leave us in wars at home." "Unnatural wars, where subjects brave their king." "God end them once!" "My lord, I take my leave to make my preparation for France." "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "What, lord Arundel, dost thou come alone?" "Yea, my good lord, for Gaveston is dead." "Traitors." "Have they put my friend to death?" "Tell me, Arundel, died he ere thou cam'st.." "or didst thou see my friend to take his death?" "Neither." "For, as he was surprised, begirt with weapons and with enemies round," "I did your highness' message to them all, demanding him of them, entreating rather, and said, upon the honour of my name, that I would undertake to carry him unto your highness, and to bring him back." "And tell me, would the rebels deny me that?" " Proud recreants!" " Ay, Spencer, traitors all.I" "I found them at the first inexorable." "The Earl of Warwick would not bide the hearing, Mortimer hardly," "Pembroke and Lancaster spake least" "And when they flatly had denied, refusing to receive my pledge for him, the Earl of Pembroke mildly thus bespake," "'My lords, because our sovereign sends for him 'and promiseth he shall be safe returned, I will this undertake, 'to have him hence and see him redelivered to your hands.'" "Well, and how fortunes that he came not?" "Some treason or some villainy was cause." "The Earl of Warwick seized him on his way, for being delivered unto Pembroke's men, their lord rode home thinking his prisoner safe." "But ere he came, Warwick in ambush lay, and bare him to his death," " and in a trench strake off his head..." " [Cries out]" "..and marched unto the camp." "A bloody part, flatly against the law of arms!" "O, shall I speak... or shall I sigh and die?" "My lord, refer your vengeance to the sword upon these barons!" "Hearten up your men." "Let them not unrevenged murder your friends!" "Advance your standard, Edward, In the field, and march to fire them from their starting holes." "By earth...the common mother of us all.." "by heaven, and all the moving orbs thereof, by this right hand, and by my father's sword, and all the honours 'longing to my crown," "I will have heads and lives for him as many as I have manors, castles, towns, and towers!" "Treacherous Warwick!" "Traitorous Mortimer!" "If I be England's King, in lakes of gore your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail, that you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood, and stain my royal standard with the same," "that so my bloody colours may suggest remembrance of revenge immortally on your accursed treacherous progeny, you villains... that have slain my Gaveston." "And in this place of honour and of trust," "Spencer, sweet Spencer, we adopt thee here, and merely of our love we do create thee Earl of Gloucester... and Lord Chamberlain... despite of times, despite of enemies." "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "My lord, here is a messenger from the barons" " desires access unto your majesty." " Admit him near." "Long live King Edward, England's lawful lord." "So wish not they, I wis, that sent thee hither." "Thou com'st from Mortimer and his 'complices, a ranker rout of rebels never was." "Well, say thy message." "The barons up in arms by me salute your highness with long life and happiness, and bid me say, as plainer to your grace, that if without effusion of blood you will this grief have ease and remedy," "that from your princely person you remove this Spencer, as a putrefying branch that deads the royal vine, whose golden leaves empale your princely head, your diadem whose brightness such pernicious upstarts dim." "Say they, and lovingly advise your grace to cherish virtue and nobility, and have old servitors in high esteem, and shake off smooth, dissembling flatterers." "This granted, they, their honours, and their lives are to your highness vowed and consecrate." "Traitors!" "Will they still display their pride?" "Away." "Tarry no answer, but be gone." "Rebels." "Will they appoint their sovereign his sports, his pleasure and his company?" "Yet, ere thou go, see how I do divorce Spencer from me." "Thou get thee to thy lords and tell them" "I will come to chastise them for murdering Gaveston." "Hie thee away!" "Edward with fire and sword follows at thy heels!" "My lords, perceive you how these rebels swell?" "Soldiers, good hearts, defend your sovereign's right, for now, e'en now, we march to make them stoop." "Away!" "[Drum beats]" "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "Look, Lancaster, yonder is Edward among his flatterers." "There let him be, till he pay dearly for their company." "And shall, or Warwick's sword shall smite in vain." "A noble attempt and honourable deed, is it not, trow ye, to assemble aid and levy arms against your lawful king?" "For which, ere long, their heads shall satisfy to appease the wrath of their offended king." "Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last and rather bathe thy sword In subjects' blood than banish that pernicious company." "Ay, traitors all, rather than thus be braved, make England's dull towns huge heaps of stones and plows to go about our palace gates." "A desperate and unnatural resolution." "Alarum to the fight!" "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "Saint George for England, and the barons' right!" "Saint George for England, and King Edward's right!" "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "[Drum beats]" "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "Why do we sound retreat upon them, lords?" "I doubt it not, my lord, right will prevail" "'Tis not amiss, my liege, for either part to breathe a while." "Our men, with sweat and dust all choked well near, begin to faint for heat" "And this retire refresheth horse and man." "Here come the rebels!" "[♪ Fanfare ♪]" "Now, lusty lords, now not by dance of war, but justice of the quarrel and the cause, veiled is your pride." "Methinks you hang your heads, but we'll advance them, traitors." "Now 'tis time to be avenged on you for all your braves, and for the murder of my dearest friend, to whom right well you knew our soul was knit" "Good Pierce of Gaveston, my sweet favourite, ah, rebels, recreants, you made him away!" "Brother, in regard of thee and of thy land, did they remove that flatterer from thy throne." "So, sir, you have spoke." "Away, avoid our presence!" "Accursed wretches, was't in regard of us, when we had sent our messenger to request he might be spared to come to speak with us, and Pembroke undertook for his return, that thou, proud Warwick, watched the prisoner, poor Pierce... and headed him 'gainst law of arms?" "For which your head shall overlook the rest as much as thou in rage outwent'st the rest" "Tyrant, I scorn thy threats and menaces." "'tis but temporal thou canst inflict" "The worst is death." "And better die to live than live in infamy under such a king." "Away with them!" "These lusty leaders, Warwick and Lancaster," "I charge you roundly, off with both their heads!" " Farewell, vain world." " Sweet Mortimer, farewell" "England, unkind to thy nobility, groan for this grief, behold how thou art maimed!" "Go, take that haughty Mortimer to the Tower." "There see him safe bestowed." "And for the rest, do speedy execution on them all Away!" "What, Mortimer?" "Can ragged, stony walls Immure thy virtue that aspires to heaven?" "No, Edward, England's scourge, It may not be." "Mortimer's hope surmounts his fortune far." "Sound drum and trumpets." "March with me...my friends." "Edward this day has crowned him King anew." "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "[Drum roll]" "♪ O Fortuna ♪" "♪ Velut luna ♪" "♪ Statu variabilis ♪" "♪ Semper crescis aut decrescis ♪" "♪ Vita detestabilis ♪" "♪ Nunc obdurat ♪" "♪ E tunc curat ♪" "♪ Statu variabilis ♪" "♪ Semper crescis aut decrescis ♪" "♪ Vita detestabilis ♪" "Levune, the trust that we repose in thee begets the quiet of King Edward's land." "Therefore to France with haste, and with advice bestow that treasure on the lords of France, that, therewith all aid may be denied to Isabel the Queen." "Have you no doubts, my lords, I'll clap so close among the lords of France with England's gold, that Isabel shall make her plaints in vain, and France shall be obdurate with her tears." "Then make for France amain." "Levune, away." "Proclaim King Edward's wars and victories!" "♪ Vita detestabilis ♪" "Fair blows the wind for France." "Blow, gentle gale, till Edmund be arrived for England's good." "Nature, yield to my country's cause in this." "Proud Edward, dost thou banish me thy presence?" "A brother, no, a butcher of thy friends." "But I'll to France, and cheer the wronged Queen, and certify what Edward's looseness is." "Unnatural king, to slaughter noblemen and cherish flatterers." "Mortimer, I stay thy sweet escape." "Stand gracious, gloomy night, to his device." "Holla, who walketh there?" "is't you my lord?" "Mortimer, 'tis I." " But hath thy potion wrought so happily?" "— It hath, my lord." "The warders all asleep, I thank them, gave me leave to pass in peace." "[Kent chuckles]" "But hath your grace got shipping unto France?" "Fear it not" "Thus, after many threats of wrathful war, triumpheth England's Edward with his friends, and triumph Edward with his friends uncontrolled." "[Laughter]" "My lord of Gloucester, have you heard the news?" " What news, my lord?" " They say there is great execution done throughout the realm." "Lord of Arundel, you have the notes?" "From the lieutenant of the Tower, my lord." "Read it, Wiltshire." "'At Pomfret were hanged and drawn" "'Lord William Fitzwilliam, Lord Juan de Lisle," "'Lord Henry Bradbourne, Lord William Cheney-Barringe," " 'John Page Esquire..." " [Laughter]" "'At York, Lord Malbery, Sir Henry de Willington, Sir William Eldridge...'" "Why, so." "They barked apace a month ago." "Now, on my life, they'll neither bark nor bite." "[Laughter]" "Now, sirs, the news from France." "Gloucester, I trow, the lords of France love England's gold so well as Isabella gets no aid from thence." "What now remains?" "Have you proclaimed, my lord, reward for them can bring in Mortimer?" "My lord, we have, and, if he be in England, 'a be had ere long, I doubt it not" "'If', dost thou say?" "Spencer, as true as death, he is in England's ground." "Our port masters are not so careless of their King's command." "What news with thee?" "From whence come these?" "Letters, my lord, and tidings forth of France." "To you, my lord of Gloucester, from Levune." "Read." "'My duty to your honour premised, etcetera," "'I have, according to instructions In that behalf, 'dealt with the King of France his lords, 'and effected that the Queen, all discontented and discomforted, is gone, 'whither, if you ask, 'with Sir John of Hainault, brother to the marquis, into Flanders." "'With them are gone Lord Edmund and Lord Mortimer... 'having in their company divers of your nation, and, as report goeth, 'they intend to give King Edward battle sooner than he can look for them.'" "Ah, villains, hath that Mortimer escaped?" "With him is Edmund gone associate?" "And will Sir John of Hainault lead the round?" "Welcome, 'a God's name, madam, and your son." "England shall welcome you and all your rout" "Gallop apace, bright Phoebus, through the sky, and, dusky night, in rusty iron car, between you both shorten the time, I pray, that I may see that most desired day when we shall meet these rebels In the field." "Ah, nothing grieves me but my little boy Is thus misled to countenance their ills." "Come, friends, to Bristol, there to make us strong." "And, winds, as equal be to bring them in, as you injurious were to bear them forth." "[Laughter]" "Now lords, our loving friends and countrymen, welcome to England all, with prosperous winds." "Our kindest friends in Hainault have we left, to cope with friends at home." "A heavy case when force to force is ant, and sword and glaive in dull broils make kin and countrymen slaughter themselves in others, and their sides with their own weapons gored!" "But what's the help?" "Misgoverned kings are cause of all this wrack." "And, Edward, thou art one amongst them all whose looseness hath betrayed thy land to spoil and made the channels overflow with blood." "Of thine own people patron shouldst thou be, but thou..." "Nay, madam, If you be a warrior, you must not grow so passionate in speeches." "Sound trumpets, my lord." "Forward let us march." " [♪ Trumpets ♪]" " Edward will think we come to flatter him." "I would he never had been flattered more." "Fly, fly, my lord, the Queen is overstrong." "Her friends do multiply, and yours do fail" "Shape we our course to Ireland." "What, was I born to fly and run away, and leave the Mortimers conquerors behind?" "Bring me my horse, let's reinforce our troops, and in this bed of honour die with fame." "O no, my lord, this princely resolution fits not the time!" " [♪ Trumpets ♪]" " Away!" "We are pursued!" "[Drum beats]" "This way he fled, but I am come too late." "Edward, alas, my heart relents for thee." "Proud traitor, Mortimer, why dost thou chase thy king, thy lawful sovereign, with thy sword?" "Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life!" "O, fly him, then!" "But, Edmund, calm this rage." "Dissemble, or thou diest, for Mortimer and Isabel do kiss while they conspire." "Yet she bears a face of love forsooth." "Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate." "[♪ Trumpet ♪]" "Edmund, away!" "Bristow to Longshanks' blood is false." "Be not found single for suspect" "Proud Mortimer pries near into thy walks." "Successful battles gives the God of kings to them that fight in right and fear his wrath." "Ere further we proceed, my noble lords, we here create our well-beloved son... of love and duty unto his royal person, Lord Warden of the realm." "And sith the fates have made his father so unfortunate, deal you, my lords, in this...my loving lords, as to your wisdoms fittest seems in all" "Madam, without offence, if I may ask, how will you deal with Edward in his fall?" "Tell me, good uncle, what Edward do you mean?" "Nephew, your father." "I dare not call him King." "My lord of Kent, what needs these questions?" "'Tis not in her controlment nor in ours, but as the parliament and realm shall please, so shall your brother be disposed of." "I like not this relenting mood in Edmund." "Madam, 'tis good to look to him betimes." "My lord, the mayor of Bristow knows our mind." "Ay, madam, and they 'scape not easily that fled the field." "Spencer the son, created Earl of Gloucester," "Is with that smooth-tongued scholar Baldock gone and shipped but late for Ireland with the King." "Some whirlwind fetch them back, or sink them all." "They shall be started thence." "Unhappy's Edward, chased from England's bounds." "Madam, what resteth?" "Why stand ye in a muse?" "I rue my lord's ill fortune." "Yet, alas, care of my country called me to this war." "Madam, have done with care and sad complaint" "Your king hath wronged his country and himself, and we must seek to right it as we may." "You, Rice ap Howell, shall do good service to her majesty, being of countenance in your country here, to follow these rebellious runagates." "We in meantime, madam, must take advice how Baldock, Spencer and their 'complices shall in their fall be followed to their end." "[Monks sing Dies Irae] ♪ Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?" "♪" "♪ Quem patronum rogaturus?" "♪" "♪ Cum vix iustus sit securus ♪" "♪ Quarens me... ♪" "Father, thy face should harbour no deceit" "O, hadst thou ever been a king, thy heart, pierced deeply with sense of my distress, could not but take compassion of my state." "Stately and proud in riches and in train, whilom I was powerful and full of pomp." "But what is he whom rule and empery have not in life or death made miserable?" "Come, Spencer, come Baldock, come, sit down by me." "Make trial now of that philosophy that in our famous nurseries of arts thou sucked'st from Plato and from Aristotle." "Father, this life contemplative is heaven." "O that I might this life in quiet lead, but we, alas, are chased." "And you, my friends, your lives and my dishonour they pursue." "Yet, gentle monks, for treasure, gold and fee, do not betray us or our company." "Your grace may sit secure, If none but we do wot of your abode." "Not one alive." "But shrewdly I suspect a gloomy fellow in the mead below 'a gave a long look after us, my lord." "And all the land, I know, is up in arms, arms that pursue our lives with deadly hate." "We were embarked for Ireland, wretched we, with awkward winds and sore tempests driven to fall 'pon shore, and here to pine in fear of Mortimer and his confederates." "Mortimer!" "Who talks of Mortimer?" "Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, that bloody man?" "Good father... on thy lap lay I this head, laden with mickle care." "O, might I never open these eyes again, never again lift up this drooping head," "O, nevermore lift up this dying heart" "[Footsteps approach]" "Look up, my lord." "Baldock, this drowsiness betides no good." "Even here we are betrayed!" " Upon my life, those be the men ye seek." " Fellow, enough." "[Dies Irae] ♪ Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?" "♪" "♪ Quem patronum rogaturus?" "♪" "♪ Cum vis iustus sit securus ♪" "♪ Quarens me sedisti lassus ♪" "♪ Redemisti crucem passus... ♪" " [Yelps]" " My lord, I pray, be short" "A fair commission warrants what we do." "The Queen's commission, urged by Mortimer." "What cannot gallant Mortimer with the Queen?" "Alas, see where he sits, and hopes unseen to escape the hands that seek to reave his life." "But, Leicester, leave to grow so passionate." "Spencer and Baldock, by no other names, I do anest you of high treason here." "Stand not on titles, but obey the anest" "'Tis in the name of Isabel the Queen." "My lord, why droop you thus?" "O day, the last of all my bliss on earth, centre of all misfortune." "O my stars, why do you lour unkindly on a king?" "Comes Leicester, then, in Isabella's name to take my life, my company from me?" "Here, man, rip up this panting breast of mine," " and take my life in rescue of my friends." " Away with them!" "It may become thee yet to let us take our farewell of his grace." "My heart with pity yearns to see this sight, a king to bear these words and proud commands." "Spencer, ah, sweet Spencer, thus then must we part?" "We must, my lord." "So will the angry heavens." "Nay, so will hell and cruel Mortimer." "The gentle heavens have not to do in this." "My lord, it is in vain to grieve or storm." "Here humbly of your grace we take our leaves." "Our lots are cast I fear me, so is thine." "Leicester, say, what shall become of us?" "Your majesty must go to Killingworth." "Must!" "'Tis somewhat hard when kings must go." "Here is a litter ready for your grace, that waits your pleasure, and the day grows old." "As good be gone, as stay and be benighted." "A litter hast thou?" "Lay me in a hearse, and to the gates of hell convey me hence." "Let Pluto's bells ring out my fatal knell, and hags howl for my death at Charon's shore, for friends hath Edward none but these, and these." "And these must die under a tyrant's sword." "My lord, be going." "Care not for these, for we shall see them shorter by the heads." "Well, what shall be, shall be." "Part we must" "Sweet Spencer." "Gentle Baldock, part we must" "Hence...feigned weeds." "Unfeigned are my woes." "Father, farewell Leicester, thou stayest for me, and go..." "I must" "Life...farewell, with my friends." "[Crying] is he gone?" "Is noble Edward gone, parted from hence, never to see us more?" "O, rent, sphere of heaven, and, fire, forsake thy orb!" "Earth, melt to air!" "Gone is my sovereign." "Gone, gone, never to make return." "Spencer, I see our souls are fleeted hence." "We are deprived the sunshine of our life." "Make for a new life, man." "Throw up thy eyes and heart and hand to heaven's Immortal throne." "Pay nature's debt with cheerful countenance." "Reduce we all our lessons unto this, to die, sweet Spencer, therefore live we all" "Spencer, all live to die, and rise to fall" "Come, come, keep these preachments fill you come to the place appointed." "You, and such as you are, have made wise work in England." "Will your lordships away?" "Your worship, I trust, will..remember me?" "Remember you, fellow?" "[Laughs]" "What else?" "Follow them to the town." "Be patient, good my lord, cease to lament" "Imagine Killingworth Castle were your court, and that you lay for pleasure here a space, not of compulsion or necessity." "O, Leicester, If gentle words might comfort me, thy speeches long ago had eased my sorrow, for kind and loving hast thou always been." "The griefs of private men are soon allayed, but not of kings." "The forest deer, being struck, runs to an herb that closeth up the wounds, but when the Imperial lion's flesh is gored he rends and tears it with his wrathful paw, and highly scorning that the lowly earth should drink his blood, mounts into the air." "And so it fares with me, whose dauntless mind the ambitious Mortimer would seek to curb, and that unnatural Queen, false Isabel, thus hath pent and mewed me in a prison." "For such outrageous passions cloy my soul, as with the wings of rancour and disdain full often am I soaring up to heaven, to 'plain me to the gods against them both!" "But when I call to mind I am a king... methinks I should revenge me of the wrongs that Mortimer and Isabel have done." "But what are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?" "My nobles rule." "I bear the name of King, I wear the crown, but am controlled by them, by Mort!" "mer...and my inconstant Queen, who spots my nuptial bed with infamy whilst I am lodged within this cave of care, where sorrow at my elbow still attends, to company my heart with sad laments... that bleeds within me for this strange exchange." "But tell me, must I now resign my crown, to make usurping Mortimer a king?" "Your grace mistakes." "It is for England's good, and princely Edward's right, we crave the crown." "No, 'tis for Mortimer, not Edward's head, for he's a lamb, encompassed by wolves, that in a moment will abridge his life." "But, if proud Mortimer do wear my crown, heavens turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire." "So shall not England's vines be perished, but Edward's name survive... though Edward dies." "My lord, why waste you thus your time away?" "They stay your answer." "Will you yield your crown?" "Ah, Leicester..." "weigh how hardly I can brook to lose my crown and kingdom without cause, to give usurping Mortimer my right, who, like a mountain, overwhelms my bliss." "In which extreme my mind here murdered is." "But what the heavens appoint I must obey." "Here, take my crown." "The life of Edward too." "Two kings in England cannot reign at once." "Yet stay a while." "Let me be King till night, so shall my eyes receive their last content, my head, the latest honour due to it, and jointly both yield up their wished right" "Continue ever, thou celestial sun." "Let never silent night possess this clime." "Stand still, you watches of the element, all times and seasons, rest you at a stay, that Edward may be still fair England's king." "But day's bright beams do vanish fast away... and needs I must resign my wished crown." "Inhuman creatures, nursed with tiger's milk, why gape you at your sovereign's overthrow?" "My diadem, I mean, and guiltless life." "See, monsters, see." "I'll wear my crown again!" "What, fear you not the fury of your king?" "O, hapless Edward, thou art fondly led." "They pass not for thy frowns as late they did... but seek to make a new elected king, which fills my mind with strange, despairing thoughts." "And in this torment comfort find I none, but that I feel the crown upon my head." "Therefore let me wear it yet a while." "My lord, the parliament must have present news, and therefore say, will you resign or no?" "I'll not resign, but while I live be King!" "Traitors, be gone, join you with Mortimer." "Elect, conspire, install, do what you will" "Their blood and yours shall seal these treacheries." "This answer we'll return, and so, farewell" "Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair, for if they go, the prince shall lose his right" "Call thou them back." "I have no power to speak." "My lord, the King is willing to resign." "If he be not, let him choose." "O would I might, but heavens and earth conspire... to make me miserable." "Here, receive my crown." "Receive it?" "No, these innocent hands of mine shall not be guilty of so foul a crime." "He of you all who most desires my blood and will be called the murderer of a king..." "Take it." "What, are you moved?" "Pity you me?" "Then send for unrelenting Mortimer." "And Isabel, whose eyes, being turned to steel, will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear." "Yet stay, for rather than I look on them." "Here." "Here!" "Now, sweet God of Heaven... make me despise this transitory pomp and sit for aye enthronized in heaven." "Come, death, and with your fingers close my eyes." "Or if I live..." "let me forget myself." " My lord..." " Call me not lord!" "Pardon me, grief makes me lunatic." "Let not that Mortimer protect my son." "More safety is there in a tiger's jaws than his embracements." "Bear this to the Queen... wet with my tears, and dried again with sighs." "If with the sight thereof she be not moved, return it back, and dip it in my blood." "Commend me to my son." "Bid him rule better than I." "Yet how have I transgressed, unless it be with too much clemency?" "And thus, most humbly do we take our leave." "Farewell I know the next news that they bring will be of my death." " Another post!" "What news brings he?" " Such news as I expect." "Come, Berkeley." "Come and tell thy message to my naked breast" "My lord, think not a thought so villainous can harbour in a man of noble birth." "To do your highness service and devoir and save you from your foes, Berkeley would die." "My lord, the council of the Queen commands that I resign my charge." "And who must keep me now?" "Must you, my lord?" "Ay, my good lord." "So 'tis decreed." "By Mortimer, whose name is written here!" "Well may I rent his name who rends my heart" "This poor revenge hath something eased my mind." "So let his limbs be torn as is this paper." "Hear it, Immortal Jove, and grant it too." "Your grace must hence with me to Berkeley straight" "Whither you will." "All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial" "Favour him, my lord, as much as lieth in you." "Even so betide my soul as I use him." "Mine enemy hath pitied my estate, and that's the cause that I am now removed." "And thinks your grace that Berkeley will be cruel?" "I know not, but of this am I assured - that death ends all, and I can die but once." "Leicester, farewell" "Not yet, my lord." "I'll bear you on your way." "Fair Isabel, now have we our desire." "The proud corrupters of the light—brained king have done their homage to the lofty gallows, and he himself lies in captivity." "Be ruled by me, and we will rule the realm." "In any case take heed of childish fear, for now we hold an old wolf by the ears, that, If he slip, will seize upon us both, and gripe the sorer, being griped himself." "Think therefore, madam, that imports us much" "To erect your son with all the speed we may, and that I be made Protector over him." "For our behoof will bear the greater sway whenas a king's name shall be under writ" "O, sweet Mortimer, the life of Isabel, be thou persuaded that I love thee well, and therefore, so the prince my son be safe, whom I esteem as dear as these mine eyes, conclude against his father what thou wilt, I myself will willingly subscribe." "First..would I have news that he were deposed... and then let me alone to handle him." " Letters." "From whence?" " From Killingworth, my lord." " How fares the King, my lord?" " In health, but full of pensiveness." "Alas, poor soul, would I could ease his grief." "The King hath willingly resigned his crown." "Thanks, gentle Winchester." "Sirrah, be gone!" "O, happy news!" "Send for the prince my son." "Further, ere this letter was sealed, Lord Berkeley came, so that he now is gone from Killingworth." "And we have heard that Edmund laid a plot to set his brother free, no more but so." "The lord of Berkeley is so pitiful as Leicester that had charge of him before." " Then let some other be his guardian." " Let me alone." "Here is the privy seal" "Who's there?" "Call hither Gurney and Matrevis." "To dash the heavy-headed Edmund's drift, Berkeley shall be discharged, the King removed, and none but we shall know where he lieth." "But, Mortimer, so long as he survives, what safety rests for us or for my son?" "Speak, shall he presently be dispatched, and die?" "I would he were, so it were not by my means." "Enough." "Matrevis, write a letter presently unto the lord of Berkeley from ourself that he resign the King to you and Gurney." "And when 'tis done, we will subscribe our name." "It shall be done, my lord." " Gurney." " My lord." "As thou intend'st to rise by Mortimer, who now makes Fortune's wheel turn as he please, seek all the means thou canst to make him droop." " Never give him kind word nor good look." " I warrant you, my lord." "And this above the rest - because we hear that Edmund casts to work his liberty, remove him still from place to place by night, till at the last he come to Killingworth, and then from thence to Berkeley back again." "And by the way, to make him fret the more, speak curs'dly to him, and in any case let no man comfort him, if he chance to weep, but amplify his grief with bitter words." "Fear not, my lord, we'll do as you command." "So, now away." "Post thitherwards amain." "Whither goes this letter?" "To my lord the King?" "Commend me humbly to his grace, and tell him that I labor all in vain to ease his grief and work his liberty." " And bear him this as witness of my love." " I will, madam." "Finely dissembled." "Do so still, sweet Queen." "Here comes the young prince and the Earl of Kent" "Something he whispers In his childish ears." "If he have such access unto the prince, our plots and stratagems will soon be dashed." "Use Edmund friendly, as if all were well" "How fares my honourable Lord of Kent?" "In health, sweet Mortimer." "How fares your grace?" "Sweet son, come hither, I must talk with thee." "Thou, being his uncle and the next of blood, do look to be Protector o'er the prince?" "Not I, my lord." "Who should protect the son, but she that gave him life?" "I mean the Queen." "Persuade me not to wear the crown." "Let him be king." "I am too young to reign." "Yet be content, seeing it is his highness' pleasure." "Let me but see him first, and then I will" " Ay, do." " Brother, you know it is impossible." " Why, is he dead?" " No!" "God forbid." "I would those words proceeded from your heart" "Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him, that wast a cause of his imprisonment?" "The more cause have I now to make amends!" "'Tis not meet that one so false should come about the person of a prince." "He hath betrayed the King his brother, therefore trust him not" "But he repents and sorrows for it now." "Come, son, go with this gentle lord and me." "With you I will, but not with Mortimer." "What, youngling?" "'Sdain'st thou so of Mortimer?" "Then I will carry thee by force away." "Help, uncle Kent, Mortimer will wrong me!" "Brother, strive not, we are his friends." "Isabel is nearer than the Earl of Kent" "Sister, Edward is my charge." "Redeem him." "Edward is my son, and I will keep him!" "Mortimer shall know that he hath wronged me." "I will in haste to Killingworth Castle and rescue aged Edward from his foes, to be revenged on Mortimer and thee." "My lord, be not pensive." "We are your friends." "Men are ordained to live in misery." "Therefore, come." "Dalliance dangereth our lives." "Friends, whither must unhappy Edward go?" "Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest?" "When will the fury of his mind assuage?" "O, when will his heart be satisfied with blood?" "O, water, gentle friends, to cool my thirst and clear my body of foul excrements." "Here's channel water, as our charge is given." "Sit down, for we'll be barbers to your grace." "Traitors, be gone!" "Ah, will you murder me?" "Will you choke your sovereign with puddle water?" "No, but wash your face, and shave away your beard," " lest you be known, and so be rescued." " Why strive you thus?" "Your labours are in vain." "The wren may strive against the lion's strength..." "[Laughing]" "[Edward yells]" "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." "And thus... 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 here?" "Guard the King sure." "It is the Earl of Kent" " O gentle brother, help..." " Keep them asunder, thrust in the King." "Lay down your weapons, traitors." "Yield the King." "Yield thou thyself, or thou shalt die." "Base villain, 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 may your honour go." "And so, farewell" "[Cries out]" "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 die." "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 by chance 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?" " Ay." "Ay, and none shall know which way he died." "But at his looks, Lightborn, thou wilt relent" "Relent?" "[Chuckles]" "I use much to relent" " Well, do it bravely, and be secret" " You shall not need to give instructions." "'Tis not the first time I have killed a man." "I learned in Naples how to poison flowers... to strangle with a lawn thrust through the throat, to pierce the windpipe with a needle's point" "Or, when one is asleep, to take a quill and blow a little powder in his ears." "Or open his mouth, and pour quicksilver down." " But yet I have a braver way than these." "— What's that?" "Nay, you shall pardon me, none shall know my tricks." "I care not how it be, so it be not spied." "Deliver this to Gurney and Matrevis." "At every ten miles' end thou hast a horse." "Take this." "Away, and never see me more." "No?" "No." "Unless thou bring me news of Edward's death." "That will I quickly do." "Farewell, my lord." "The Prince I rule, the Queen do I command, and with a lowly conge to the ground the proudest lords salute me as I pass." "I seal, I cancel, I do what I will" "And to conclude, I am Protector now." "Now is all sure." "The Queen and Mortimer shall rule the realm, the King, and none rule us." "Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance." "And what I list command who dare control?" "I am too great that Fortune should impeach me." "And that this be the coronation day, It pleaseth me and Isabel the Queen." "[♪ Trumpet fanfare ♪]" "The trumpets sound." "I must go take my place." "Long live King Edward, by the grace of God, King of England and Lord of Ireland." "By right!" "By right!" "By right!" "If any Christian, heathen, Turk, or Jew dares but affirm Edward's not true King, and will avouch his saying with his sword, I am the champion that will combat him." "None comes." "Sound, trumpets." "[♪ Trumpets ♪]" "What traitor have we there with blades and bills?" " Edmund, the Earl of Kent" " What hath he done?" "'A would have taken the King perforce, as we were bringing him to Killingworth." "Did you attempt his resale, Edmund?" "Speak." "Mortimer, I did." "He is our King, and thou compell'st this prince to wear the crown!" "Strike off his head." "He shall have martial law." "Strike off 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." "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!" "Stay and but hear me speak." "I will not go!" "Either my brother or his son is King, and none of both them thirst for Edmund's blood." "And therefore, soldiers, whither will you hale me?" "What safety may I look for at his hands If that my uncle shall be murdered thus?" "O, 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 will my uncle Edmund ride with us?" "Think not on him." "He is a traitor." "Come." "Gurney..." "I wonder the King die not, being in a vault up to his 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." "He hath a body able to endure more than we can inflict, therefore now let us assail his mind another while." "Send for him out then, and I will anger him." "Halt!" "Who's this?" "My Lord Protector greets you." "What's here?" "I know not how to construe it" "Gurney, this was left unpointed for the nonce." "'Edwardum occidere nolite timere.'" "Fear not to kill the King." "That's his meaning." "Know you this token?" "I must have the King." "Ay, stay a while, thou shalt have answer straight" " This villain's sent to make away the King." " I thought as much." "And when the murder's done, see how he must be handled for his pains." "'Pereat iste.'" "Let him die." "We'll let him have the King." "Very well Here are the keys, there is the lake." "Do as you are commanded by my lord." "I know what I must do." "Get you away." "But 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 anything besides?" "What else?" "A table and a feather bed." " That's all?" " Ay." "Ay, so, when I call you, bring them in." " Fear not you that" " Here's a light to go into the dungeon." "So, now must I about this gear." "Never was any so finely handled as this King shall be." "[Retches]" "Here's a place indeed, with all my heart" "Who's there?" "What light is that?" "Wherefore com'st thou?" "To comfort you and bring you joyful news." "Small comfort finds poor Edward In thy looks." "Villain, I know thou com'st to murder me." "To murder you?" "My most gracious lord, far be it from my heart to do you harm." "The Queen sent me to see how you were used, for she relents at this your misery." "And what eyes could refrain from shedding tears to see a king in this most piteous state?" "Weep'st thou already?" "List a while to me, and then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus, yet will it melt ere I have done my tale." "This dungeon where they keep me is the sink wherein the filth of all the castle falls." "O villains!" "And there in mire and puddle have I stood this ten days' space, and, lest I sleep, one plays continually upon a drum." "They give me bread and water, being a king." "And so..." "for want of sleep and sustenance, my mind's distempered, and my body's numbed." "And whether I have limbs or no I know not" "O, would my blood dropp'd out of every vein, as doth this water from my tattered robes." "Tell Isabel, the Queen, I looked not thus, when for her sake I ran at tilt in France... and there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont" "O, speak no more, my lord, this breaks my heart" "Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile." "These looks of thine shall harbour nought but death." "I see my tragedy...written in thy brows." "O, stay a while, forbear thy bloody hand." "What means your highness to mistrust me thus?" "What mean'st thou to dissemble with me thus?" "(Wails)" "These hands were never stained with innocent blood, nor shall they now be tainted with a king's." "Pardon my thought for having such a thought" "One jewel have I left" "Receive thou this." "Still fear I... and I know not what's the cause, but every joint shakes as I give it thee." "O, if thou harbourest murder in thy heart, let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul" "Know that I am a king." "At that name..." "I feel a hell of grief." "Where is my crown?" "'Tis gone." "Gone, and do I remain alive?" "You're overwatched, my lord." "Lie down and rest" "But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep." "For not these ten days have these eyelids closed." "Now as I talk...they fall" "And now with fear open again." " O wherefore sits thou there?" " If you mistrust me, I'll be gone, my lord." "Stay." "For if thou mean'st to murder me, thou wilt return." "Therefore...stay." "[Snores]" "He sleeps." "[Chuckles]" "[Wails] O, let me not die yet" "Stay." "How now, my lord?" "Something still buzzeth in mine ears and tells me if I sleep I never wake." "This fear is that which makes me tremble thus and therefore tell me..." "wherefore art thou come?" "To rid thee of thy life." "Matrevis, come." "I am too weak and feeble to resist" "Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul!" " Run for the table." " O spare me, or dispatch me in a trice." "So, set the table down." "And stamp on it" "[Groans]" "But not too hard, lest that you bruise the body." "[Screams]" "I fear me that this cry will raise the town, and therefore let us take horse and away!" "Tell me first..was it not bravely done?" "Excellent well." "Take this for thy reward." "[Groans]" "Is't done, Matrevis, and the murderer dead?" "Ay, my good lord." "I would it were undone." "Matrevis, If thou now grow'st penitent I'll be thy ghostly father, therefore choose whether thou wilt be secret in this, or else die by the hand of Mortimer." "Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fear, betray us both." " Therefore let me fly." " Fly to the savages!" "As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge tree, and others are but shrubs compared to me." "All tremble at my name, and I fear none!" "Let's see who dare impeach me for his death!" "Ah, Mortimer, the King my son hath news his father's dead," " and we have murdered him!" " What if we have?" "The King is but a child." "But he tears his hair, and wrings his hands, and vows to be revenged against us both." "Into the council chamber he is gone, to crave the aid and succour of his peers." "Ay me, see where he comes, and they with him." "Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy." "Fear not, my lord." "Know that you are a king." "— Villain!" " How now my lord?" "Think not that I am frighted by thy words." "My father's murdered through thy treachery and thou shalt die, and on his mournful hearse thy hateful and accursed head shall lie to witness to the world that by thy means..." "his kingly body was too soon interred." " Weep not, sweet son." " Forbid me not to weep, he was my father." "Why speak you not unto my lord the King?" "Because I think scorn to be accused." "Who is the man dares say I murdered him?" "Traitor, in me my loving father speaks, and says 'twas thou that murdered him." "But hath your grace no other proof than this?" "Yes, if this be the hand of Mortimer." "False Gurney hath betrayed me and himself." "I feared as much." "Murder cannot be hid!" " 'Tis my hand." "What gather you by this?" " That thither thou didst send a murderer." "What murderer?" "Bring forth the man I sent" "Ah, Mortimer, thou knowest that he is slain." "And so shalt thou be too." "Why stays he here?" "Bring him unto a hurdle, drag him forth." "Hang him, I say, until his quarters up, but bring his head back presently to me." "For my sake, sweet son, pity Mortimer!" "Madam, entreat not." "I would rather die than sue for life unto a paltry boy." "Hence with this traitor, with this murderer!" "Base Fortune, now I see that in thy wheel there is a point, to which when men aspire, they tumble headlong down." "That point I touched." "And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, why should I grieve at my declining fall?" "Farewell, fair Queen." "Weep not for Mortimer, that scorns the world and, as a traveler... goes to discover countries yet unknown." "What!" "Suffer you this traitor to delay?" "As thou received thy life from me, spill not the blood of gentle Mortimer!" "You spilt my father's blood else would you not entreat so for Mortimer." " I spill his blood?" "No!" " Ay, madam, you, for so the rumour runs." "This rumour is untrue." "For loving thee, Is this report raised on poor Isabel" " I do not think her so unnatural" " My lord, I fear me it will prove too true." "Mother, you are suspected for his death, and therefore we commit you to the Tower till further trial may be made thereof." "If you be guilty, though I be your son, think not to find me slack or pitiful" "Nay!" "Then to my death... for too long have I lived whenas my son thinks to abridge my days." "Away with her." "Her words enforce these tears." "I shall pity her if she speak again." "Shall I not mourn for my beloved lord, and with the rest accompany him to his grave?" "Thus, madam, 'tis the King's will you shall hence." "He hath forgot me." "Stay." "I am his mother." "(Second lord) That boots not Therefore, gentle madam, go." "Then come, sweet death..." "and rid me of this grief." "My lord...here is the head of Mortimer." "Go." "Fetch my father's hearse where it shall lie... and bring my funeral robes." "Accursed head..." "could I have ruled thee then, as I do now, thou hadst not hatched this monstrous treachery." "Help me to mourn, my lords." "Sweet father... here...unto thy murdered ghost" "I offer up this wicked traitor's head." "And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes, be witness of my grief and innocence."