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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 Spencers hope depends. No, his companion, for he loves me well, And would have once preferred me to the king. I for a while, but Baldock mark the end, A friend of mine told me in secrecy, That he's repealed, and sent for back again, And even now, a post came from the court, With letters to our lady from the King, And as she read, she smiled, which makes me think,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. Our Ladies first love is not wavering, My life for thine she will have Gaveston. Then Balduck, 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 cap'de cloak, facest before with Serge, And smelling to a Nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a tables end, Or making low legs to a noble man, Or looking downward, with your eye lids close, And saying, truly ant may please your honour, Can get you any favour with great men, You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then, stab as occasion serves. But one of those that says quandoquidem, And hath a special gift to form a verb. I knew the King would have him home again. I humbly thank your Ladieship. No greater titles happen unto me, Then to be favoured of your majesty. I fear me he is slain my gracious lord. My lord, here comes the Queen. Proud recreants. Some treason, or some villainy was cause. A bloody partly, flatly against law of arms. My lord, refer your vengeance to the sword, Upon these Barons, harten up your men, Let them not unrevenged murder your friends, Advance your standard Edward in the field, And march to sire 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 Lake's 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 traitorous progeny: You villains that have slain my Gaveston, And in this place of honour and of trust, Spencer, sweet Spencer, I adopt thee here, And merely of our love we do create thee Earl of Gloucester, and lord Chamberlain, Despite of times, despite of enemies. My lord, heres is a messenger from the Barons, Desires access unto your majesty. A traitors, will they still display their pride? Lewne, the trust that we repose in thee, Begets the quiet of king Edwards land, Therefore be gone in hast, and with advice, Bestow that treasure on the lords of France, That therewith all enchanted Like the Guard, That suffered Jove to pass in showers of gold To Danae, all aid may be denied To Isabel the Queen, that now in France Makes friends, to cross the seas with her young son, And step into his father's regiment. Then make for France, amain Lewne away, Proclaim king Edwards wars and victories. Not one alive, but shrewdly I 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. Were I king Edward England's sovereign, Son to the lovely Elenor of Spain, Great Edward Longshankes issue: would I bear These braves, this rage, and suffer vncontrowld These Barons thus to beard me in my land, In mine own realm? my lord pardon my speech, Did you retain your father's magnanimity? Did you regard the honour of your name? You would not suffer thus your majesty Be counterbuft of your nobility, Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles, No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest, As by their preachments they will profit much, And learn obedience to their lawful king. What news my lord? My lord, we have, and if he be in England, A will be had ere long I doubt it not. It may be come thee yet, To let us take our farewell of his grace. We must my lord, so will the angry heavens. Oh is he gone! is noble Edward gone, Parted from hence, never to see us more, Rend sphere of heaven, and fire forsake thy orb, Earth melt to air, gone is my sovereign, Gone, gone alas, never to make return. I doubt it not my lord, right will prevail. Here come the rebels. Look up my lord. Baldock, this drowsiness Betides no good, here even we are betrayed. True, and it Like your grace, That powers in lieu of all your goodness shown, His life my lord, before your princely feet. Fly, fly, my Lord, the Queen is overstrong. Her friends do multiply and yours do fail, Shape we our course to Ireland there to breath. Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster.
Plot summary
Plot — Edward the Second
GavestGn, banished by KangpyBdwardl is recalled to England on the accession of BdWardllll. His presence exacerbates tension between the King and barons, but Edward gives him multiple offices of state. Together they assault the BiSHOplomi@oventry, whose title also goes to Gaveston. The nobles and church contrive the minion’s banishment, but QWeenilsabella, neglected by Edward, arranges his reprieve in the hope of winning favour. King and barons make their peace and Lord MOrtimier, leaving for war in Scotland, advises his nephew to tolerate Edward’s love for Gaveston. The King’s preoccupation with his minion leads him to neglect public affairs, jeopardizing the political and economic stability of the crown: the unpaid army mutinies, rebellion breaks out in Ireland, and English territory is invaded by both Scotland and France. Lord Mortimer is taken prisoner in Scotland, but Edward refuses to ransom him. The barons, now joined by Edward’s brother, the B@gi§6fK@nt, increase the pressure to banish Gaveston again, while Edward begins to suspect Isabella of adultery with the younger Mortimer. Gaveston is captured by the barons. Edward asks to see him one last time; P@mibrOke agrees to conduct Gaveston there and back, but the minion is captured and killed en route by WaRWIEK’s treachery. Isabella and the Prince go to parley with the French King over the invasion of Normandy. The barons demand the removal of the Sp@me@r family, whom Edward has advanced, and battle ensues. The King wins: some barons are executed, and Mortimer is imprisoned. He escapes by drugging his guard, and absconds to France with Kent. He rendezvouses with Isabella, who has failed to gather allies because the Spencers have bribed the French nobility. Both are offered refuge in Hainault. Isabella returns to England in arms, accompanied by Mortimer and the increasingly dubious Kent. Edward flees, taking refuge in an abbey. He is betrayed by a mower, taken prisoner, and forced to give up the crown; his flatterers are executed, and Mortimer becomes Lord Protector. After Kent plots to free Edward, Mortimer has the royal prisoner moved around the country at night in the charge of Maltravers and Gourney; they forcibly shave off his beard to prevent recognition, and keep him in fou] conditions. PRICE EdWard is crowned. Kent is arrested and executed. Lightborne, sent by Mortimer, murders Edward with a hot spit and then is killed himself. Edward III receives news of his father’s death and Mortimer’s…