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Than you by this unconquer'd arm of mine.
To make you fierce and til my appetile,
You shall be fed with flesh as raw as blood,
And drink in pails the strongest musculel:
If you can live with it, then live and draw
My chariot swiller than the racking clouds:
If not, then dio like boarla, and it for nuuglie
But perches for the black and fulal ravens.
Thus am I right the scourge of highest Jove, &c.).
EDWARD THE SECOND. A TRAGEDY, BY CHRISTOPHER
Gavesion shows ichat pleasures those are which the King chiefly at
Gav. I must havo wa.it: n poets, pleasant wits,
Musicians, that with touching of a string
May draw the pliant king which way I pleaso.
Music and powery aro his deliglie;
Therefore I'll huvo lialian masks by night,
Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows;
And in the day, when he shall walk abroad,
Like Sylvan nymplis my pages shall bo clad;
My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,
Shall with their goat-seet dance the antick 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 batho him in a spring, and there hard by,
One like Acicon, peeping thro' the grove,
Shall by the angry goddess be transform'd,
And running in the likeness of an hart,
By yelping hounds pull'd down, shall seem to die ;
Such things as these best please his majesty.
The younger Norliner repincs at the insolence of Gaveston.
Mort. sen. Nephew, I must to Scotland, thou stay'st here.
Leave now to oppose thyself against the king.
Thou seest by nature he is mild and calm,
An: seeing his mind so doais on Gaveston,
Let him without controlment have his will.
The mightiest kings have had their minions :
Great Alexander lov'd llephestion ;
The conquering llercules for his llilas wept,
And for Patroclus stem Achilles droop'd.
And not kings only, but the wisest men ;
The Roman Tully loved Octavius ;
Grave Socrates wild Alcibiades.
Theu let his grace, whose youth is Aexible,
And promiseth as much as we can wish,
Freely enjoy that vain lighe.headed carl,
For riper years will weun tim from such toys.
Mort. jun. l'ncle, his wanton humor grieves not me ;
But this I scom, that one so basely born,
Should by his sovereign’s favor grow so pert,
And riol with the treasure of the realın.
While soldiers mutiny for want of pay,
Ile wears a lord's revenuc on his back,
And Midas-likc, he jets it in the court,
With base outlandish cullions at his heels,
Whose proud fantastic liveries make such show,
As if that Proicus, god of shapes, appear'd.
I have not seen a dapper jack so brisk ;
lle wears a short Italian hooded cloak,
Landed with pearl, and in his Tuscan cap
A jewel of more value than the crown.
While others walk below, the king and he,
From out a window, laugh at such as we
And Aout our train, and jest at our attire.
Uncle, 'ris this that makes me impatient.
The Barons reproach the king with the calamities which the rcalon
endures from the ascendency of his wicked favorilc Gaveston.
hing EDWARD, LANCASTER, WARWICK. The MORTINERS and
Jori. jun. Nay, stay, my lord, I come to bring you news.
Mine uncle is taken prisoner by the Scots.
Edw. Then ransom him.
Lun. 'Twas in your wars, you should ransom him.
Jori. jun. And you shall ransom hin, or else
kent. What, Mortimer, you will not threaten himn ?
Eilio. Quiet yourself, you shall have the broad scal,
To gather for him throughout the realın.
Lun. Your minion Gaveston hath langht you this.
Mori. jun. My Lord, the family of the Mortimers
Are not so poor, but would they sell their land,
l'oule levy men enough to anger you.
We never beg, but use such prayers as theso.
Edw. Shall I still be haunted thus ?
Morl. jun. Nay, now you are here alone, I'll speak my mind.
Lun. And so will I, and then, my lori, farewell.
Worl. The iille triumphis, masks, lascivious shows,
And prowligal gilis bestow'd on Gaveston,
llave drawn thy treasure dry, and made thce weak;
The murmuring commons, overstreichel, break.
Lan. Look for rebellion, look to be depos'd ;
Thy garrisons are beaten out of France,
And lame and poor lic groaning at the gates.
The wild Oneyle, with swarms of Irish kerns,
Live uncontrol'd within the Englislı pale.
linto the walls of York The Scots make road,
And unresisted draw away rich spoils.
Mori. jun. The haughty Dano commands the narrow seas,
While in the harbor ride thy ships unrigg'd.
Loan. What foreign prince senils thee embassadors ?
Hlorl. Who loves theo, but a sort of Nallerers ?
Lan. Thy genilo queen, solo sistor 10 Valoys,
Complains that thou hast left her all forlorn.
Blort. Thy court is naked, being bereft of those,
That make a king seem glorious to the world :
I mean the peers, whom thou shouldst dearly love.
Libels are cast against thee in the sireet :
Lallads and rhimes made of thy overthrow.
Lan. The Northern brothers seeing their houses burnt,
Their wives and children slain, run up and down
(ursing the name of thee and Gaveston.
Mori. When wert thou in the field with banner spread ?
But once: and then thy soldiers march'd like players,
With garish roves, not armor; and thyself,
Bedaubid with gold, rode laughing at the rest,
Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest,
Where women's favors hung like labels down.
Lan. And thereof came it, that the Neering Scols,
To England's high disgrace, have made this jig:
Alaids of England, sore may you moorn,
For your lemmons you hare lost al Bennock's born,
ith a heare and a ho.
What rccued the king of England,
So soon lo hare woon Scolland,
l'ith a rombellow ?
Morl. W'ignore* shall Ay to set my uncle free.
Lan. And when 'tis gone, our swords shall purchase more.
If ye be mov’d, revenge it as you can;
Look next w see us with our ensigns spread.
(Exeunt Nobles. The King being de posed, surrenders his croren into the hands of the Bishop of Il'inckester and the Earl of Leicester al Killingworth Coille.
Lei. Be patient, good my lord, cease to lament,
Imagine Killingworth castle were your court,
And that you lay for pleasure here a space,
Nor of compulsion or necessity.
Edw. Leister, if gentle words might comfort me,
'Thy speeches long ago had can'd my sorrow's ;
for kind and loving hust thou always wen.
• A principal manor belonging to the Mortimen.
The griess of private men are soon allay'd,
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 gor'd),
Ile rends and tears it with his wrathiful paw,
And highly scorning that the lowly carth
Should drink his blool, mounts up to th' air.
And so it fares with me, whose dauntless mind
Tli' ambitious Mortimer would scek to curb,
And that unnatural qucen, fulse Isabel,
That thus hath pent and mew'd me in a prison :
for such outrageous passions claw my soul,
As with the wings of rancor and disilain
full oft am I soaring up to high heav'n,
To'plain me to the gols against them both.
But when I call to mimi 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 sunshinc day?
My nobles rule, I bear the name of king;
I wear the crown, but am controll'd by them,
By Mortimer, and my unconstant queen,
Who spots my nuptial bed with insanıy;
Whilst I am log'd within this cave of care,
Where sorrow at my elbow still attenus,
To company ny heart with sad laments,
That bleeds within me for this strango exchange.
But tell oud", must I now resign my crown ?
To make usiirring Mortimer a king ?
Bish Pour grace mistakes, it is for England's good,
Ani piincely Edward's right, we crave the crown.
Edo. N. ris for Mortimer, not Edward's head ;
For he's a luml;, encompassed by wolves,
Which in a moment will abril e his lifo.
But is proud Morrimor do wear this crown,
Ileav'nis turn it to a bluze of quonchless firo,
Or like tho snaky wreath of Tisiphon,