Enter KING EDWARD*, ARUNDEL, the elder SPENSER, the younger SPENSER, and others. K. Edw. Thus, after many threats of wrathful war, Triumpheth England's Edward with his friends, My Lord of Glocester, do you hear the news? Y. Spen. [reading.] My duty to your honour premised, &c., 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 K. Edw. Why, man, they say there is great and the Lord Mortimer, having in their company execution Done through the realm.-My Lord of Arundel, Arun. From the Lieutenant of the Tower, my K. Edw. I pray, let us see it. [Takes the note from ARUN.]-What have we there ?— Read it, Spenser. [Gives the note to young SPENSER, who reads their Why, so they bark'd apace a month ago; trow, The lords of France love England's gold so well As Isabella § gets no aid from thence. * Enter King Edward, &c.] Scene, an apartment in the royal palace.-Old eds. have here "Enter the king, Matr. (and "Matreuis "), the two Spencers, with others," and prefix "Matr." to the fourth speech of this scene. See note*, p. 203. their names] i. e. the names of those executed.-It must be remembered that this play, like most of the early dramas which we possess, was first printed from the prompter's copy. a month] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "not long." § Isabella] Old eds. "Isabell." divers of your nation, and others; and, as constant report goeth, they intend to give King Edward battle in England, sooner than he can look for them. This is all the news of import. Your honour's in all service, Levune. K. Edw. Ah, villains, hath that Mortimer escap'd? With him is Edmund gone associate? And will Sir John of Hainault lead the round? Is thus misled to countenance their ills ! *in] i. e. on. See note t, p. 17. Gallop apace, bright Phœbus, &c.] A recollection of this passage may be traced in the following lines of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, act iii. sc. 2; "Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging; such a waggoner Come, friends, to Bristow, there to make us strong: And, winds, as equal be to bring them in, As you injurious were to bear them forth! [Exeunt. Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, KENT, the younger MORTIMER, and SIR JOHN OF HAINAULT. Q. Isab. Now, lords, our loving friends and countrymen, Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds! Misgovern'd kings are cause of all this wreck; Y. Mor. Nay, madam, if you be a warrior, Sir J. Sound trumpets, my lord, and forward let us march. Edward will think we come to flatter him. Kent. I would he never had been flatter'd more ! [Exeunt. Enter KING EDWARD, BALDOCK, and the younger Y. Spen. Fly, fly, my lord! the queen is overstrong; *Enter Queen Isabella, &c.] Scene, near Harwich. tchannel] i.e. kennel. sith] i. e. since. The following "that" should perhaps be omitted. § these] Altered by the modern editors to "those": but formerly the words were frequently confounded. Enter King Edward, &c.] Scene, near Bristol. Spenser] The old eds. add, "flying about the stage." Kent. This way he fled; but I am come too late. Edward, alas, my heart relents for thee! But, Edmund, calm this rage; Dissemble, or thou diest; for Mortimer And Isabel do kiss, while they conspire: And yet she bears a face of love, forsooth: Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate! Edmund, away! Bristow to Longshanks' blood Is false; be not found single for suspect: Proud Mortimer pries near into thy walks. Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, the younger MORTIMER, and SIR JOHN OF HAINAULT, Q Isab. Successfult battle gives the God of kings To them that fight in right, and fear his wrath. Have made his father so infortunate,|| * reinforce] Spelt in the old eds. "re'nforce" (which shews how it was intended to be pronounced). ↑ Vile] Old eds. "Vilde." See note II, p. 68. Successful] So 4to 1622.-2tos 1598, 1612, "Success fulls." § sith] i. e. since. infortunate] So 4tos 1598, 1612.-2to 1622 "vnfor tunate." P Deal you, my lords, in this, my loving lords, Kent. Madam, without offence if I may ask, Kent. Nephew, your father; I dare not call him king. Y. Mor. My Lord of Kent, what needs these questions? 'Tis not in her controlment nor in ours; But as the realm and parliament 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. [Aside to the Queen. P. Edw. Shall I not see the king my father yet? Kent. Unhappy* Edward, chas'd from England's bounds! [Aside. Sir J. Madam, what resteth? why stand you in a muse? Q. Isab. I rue my lord's ill-fortune: but, alas, Care of my country call'd me to this war! Y. Mor. Madam, have done with care and sad complaint: Your king hath wrong'd your country and himself, And we must seek to right it as we may.— Q. Isab. My lord, the Mayor of Bristow knows So fought not they that fought in Edward's our mind. Y. Mor. Yea, madam; and they scape* not easily That fled the field. Q. Isab. Baldock is with the king: A goodly chancellor, is he not, my lord? Sir J. So are the Spensers, the father and the son. Y. Mor.+ This Edward is the ruin of the realm. Enter RICE AP HOWEL with the elder SPENSER prisoner, and Attendants. Rice. God save Queen Isabel and her princely son! Madam, the Mayor and citizens of Bristow, Y. Mor. Your loving care in this And shipp'd but late for Ireland with the king. Y. Mor. Some whirlwind fetch them back, or sink them all![Aside. They shall be started thence, I doubt it not. *scape] So 4tos 1598, 1622.-2to 1612 "scapt." + Y. Mor.] Old eds. "Edm." (i. e. Kent.) Enter, &c.] The old eds. have "Enter Rice ap Howell, and the Maior of Bristow," &c.: but the following speech shows that the Mayor is not present. right. Y. Mor. Take him away; he prates. [Exeunt Attendants with the elder SPENSER. Shall do good service to her majesty, [Exeunt. Enter the Abbot, † Monks, KING EDWARD, the younger As silent and as careful we will be K. Edw. Father, thy face should harbour no deceit. O, hadst thou ever been a king, thy heart, * Unhappy] Old eds. "Vnhappies" and "Vnhappl's." ↑ Enter the Abbot, &c.] Scene, within the Abbey of Neath. deeply with sense] The modern editors print "deeply with a sense:" but "deeply" is sometimes used as a trisyllable. Come, Spenser,-come, Baldock,-come, sit down Alas, see where he sits, and hopes unseen by me; Make trial now of that philosophy That in our famous nurseries of arts Thou suck'dst from Plato and from Aristotle.- But we, alas, are chas'd !—and you, my friends, First Monk. Your grace may sit secure, if none but we Do wot of your abode. T'escape their hands that seek to reave his life! But, Leicester, leave to grow so passionate.- K. Edw. O day, the last of all my bliss on Centre of all misfortune! O my stars, Why do you lour unkindly on a king? Y. Spen. Not one alive: but shrewdly I Comes Leicester, then, in Isabella's name, suspect A gloomy fellow in a 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. Bald. We were embark'd for Ireland; wretched we, With awkward winds and with † sore tempests driven, To fall on shore, and here to pine in fear K. Edw. Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer? Never again lift up this drooping head, To take my life, my company from me? Y. Spen. It may become thee yet Abbot. My heart with pity earns § to see this A king to bear these words and proud commands! [Aside. K. Edw. Spenser, ah, sweet Spenser, thus, then, must we part? Y. Spen. We must, my lord; so will the angry K. Edw. Nay, so will hell and cruel Mortimer: Y. Spen. Look up, my lord.-Baldock, this Here humbly of your grace we take our leaves: drowsiness Betides no good: here even we are betray'd. Enter, with Welsh hooks, RICE AP HOWEL, a Mower, and LEICESTER. Mow. Upon my life, these be the men ye seek. short; A fair commission warrants what we do. Our lots are cast; I fear me, so is thine. K. Edw. In heaven we may, in earth ne'er shall we meet: And, Leicester, say, what shall become of us? Leices. Your majesty must go to Killingworth. K. Edw. Must! it is somewhat hard when kings must go. Leices. Here is a litter ready for your grace, Leices. The queen's commission, urg'd by That waits your pleasure, and the day grows old. Mortimer: What cannot gallant Mortimer with the queen?§ *that] So 4to 1598.-2to 1612 omits the word.-2to 1622 "thy." twith] So 4to 1622.-Not in 4tos 1598, 1612. tope] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "open." § What cannot gallant Mortimer with the queen?] So 4to 1598.-2to 1612, "What cannot Mortimer with the Queene?" 2to 1622, "What cannot Mortimer doe with the Queene?" Rice. As good be gone, as stay and be benighted. * Quem dies vidit, &c.] Seneca,-Thyestes, 613. I arrest] The modern editors print "I do arrest; and so most probably the author wrote. Comes] 2to 1598 "Come."-2tos 1612, 1622, "Came." § earns] i. e. yearns. ah] Omitted by the modern editors,-rightly perhaps. Killingworth i. e. Kenilworth, K. Edw. A litter hast thou? lay me in a hearse, And to the gates of hell convey me hence; Sweet Spenser, gentle Baldock, part we must.Hence, feigned weeds! unfeigned are my woes.[Throwing off his disguise. Father, farewell.-Leicester, thou stay'st for me; And go I must.-Life, farewell, with my friends! [Exeunt KING EDWARD and LEICESTER. Y. Spen. O, is he gone? is noble Edward gone? Earth, melt to air! gone is my sovereign, Bald. Spenser, I see our souls are fleeting hence; We are depriv'd the sunshine of our life. Pay nature's debt with cheerful countenance: Rice. Come, come, keep these preachments till you come to the place appointed. You, and such as you are, have made wise work in England. Will your lordships away? Mow. Your lordship I trust will remember me? Rice. Remember thee, fellow what else? Follow me to the town. [Exeunt. For friends hath Edward none, &c.] Old eds., For friendes hath Edward none, but these, and these, "And these must die vnder a tyrants sword." An epithet ("hapless" or something equivalent) prefixed to "Edward" seems to have dropt out. I can hardly believe that the poet wrote "none but this and this" (scil. Y. Spenser and Baldock). care] A disyllable, -as before: see note T, p. 201. § Enter King Edward, &c.] Scene, an apartment in Killingworth (Kenilworth) Castle. Imagine Killingworth-Castle were your court, K. Edw. Leicester, if gentle words might comfort me, Thy speeches long ago had eas'd my sorrows, struck,* Runs to an herb that closeth up the wounds: Bish. of Win. Your grace mistakes; it is for And princely Edward's right, we crave the crown. K. Edw. No, 'tis for Mortimer, not Edward's head; For he's a lamb, encompassèd by wolves, * The forest deer, being struck, &c.]— "But I suppose not that the earth doth yeeld In Hill or Dale, in Forrest or in Field, A rarer Plant then Candian Dittanie; Which wounded Deer eating, immediately Not onely cures their wounds exceeding well, But 'gainst the Shooter doth the shaft repell.” Sylvester's Du Bartas,-The Third Day of the First Week, p. 27, ed. 1641. plain] i. e. complain. regiment] i. e. rule, government. |