41 IV. THE FALL OF EDWARD THE SECOND BY CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE The Barons summon the King to dismiss his unworthy favourites, especially Spencer, whom he has made Earl of Gloucester and Lord Chamberlain. On his refusing, they make war upon him. Finding their army too strong for him to fight, he tries to escape to Ireland, taking with him Spencer and an Oxford scholar, named Baldock, whom he also favoured. The wind is against them, and they are forced to land in Glamorganshire. They take refuge at the Abbey of Neath. SCENE I. THE CAPTURE. Enter the Abbot, Monks, Edward, Spencer, and Baldock. Abbot. Have you no doubt, my lord, have you no fear; As silent and as careful we will be To keep your royal person safe with us, Of such as have your majesty in chase, King. Father, thy face should harbour no deceit. That in our famous nurseries of arts 5 10 15 20 Your lives and my dishonour they pursue. Yet, gentle monks, for treasure, gold, or fee, 25 Monks. Your grace may sit secure, if none but we Do wot of your abode. Spencer. 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, 30 Arms that pursue our lives with deadly hate. Baldock. We were embarked for Ireland, wretched we, With awkward winds and sore tempests driven 35 To fall on shore, and here to pine in fear Of Mortimer and his confederates. King. Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer? Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, That bloody man? [To the Abbot] Good father, on thy lap Lay I this head, laden with mickle care. 40 Oh, nevermore lift up this dying heart! [Falls asleep. Spencer. Look up, my lord. Baldock, this drowsiness Betides no good-[he gives a sudden start] here even we are betrayed! 45 Enter, with Welsh hooks, Rice ap Howell, a Mower, the Earl of Leicester, and some Soldiers. The Mower. Upon my life, these be the men ye seek. Rice. Fellow, enough. My lord, I pray be short; A fair commission warrants what we do. Leicester. Alas, see where he sits, and hopes unseen To escape their hands that seek to reave his life. Spencer and Baldock, by no other names, I do arrest you of high treason here; Stand not on titles, but obey the arrest, 'Tis in the name of Isabel the Queen. My lord, why droop you thus ? King. O day, the last of all my bliss on earth, Centre of my misfortune! O my stars, 50 5 55 Why do you lour unkindly on a king? Comes Leicester then in Isabella's name To take my life, my company, from me? бо Here, man, rip up this panting breast of mine, Spencer. It may become thee yet To let us take our farewell of his grace. Abbot. My heart with pity earns to see this sight; 65 A king to bear these words and proud commands ! King. Spencer, sweet Spencer, thus then must we part? Spencer. We must, my lord; so will the angry heavens. King. Nay, so will hell and cruel Mortimer; The gentle heavens have not to do in this. 70 Baldock. 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. King. In heaven we may, in earth never shall we meet ! And, Leicester, say, what shall become of us? 75 Leicester. Your majesty must go to Killingworth. King. Must!'-it is somewhat hard when kings must go. Leicester. Here is a litter ready for your grace, That waits your pleasure, and the day grows old. Rice. As good be gone, as stay and be benighted. 80 King. A litter hast thou? lay me in a hearse, And to the gates of hell convey me hence. For friends hath Edward none, but these—and these[he breaks down] And these must die under a tyrant's sword. Rice. My lord, be going, care not for these, For we shall see them shorter by the heads. 85 King. Well, that shall be, shall be; part we must, Father, farewell!-Leicester, thou stay'st for me, SCENE II. THE DEPOSITION. 90 The King has been brought to Killingworth (or Kenilworth) Castle, the seat of the Earl of Leicester. The Earl of Leicester, the Bishop of Winchester, and Sir William Trussel there demand his abdication. Leicester. Be patient, good my lord, cease to lament, Imagine Killingworth Castle were your court, And that you lay for pleasure here a space, 10 King. Leicester, if gentle words might comfort me, 5 That thus hath pent and mewed me in a prison; That bleeds within me for this strange exchange. 15 20 25 30 35 Bishop. Your grace mistakes; it is for England's good, And princely Edward's right, we crave the crown. 40 45 Engirt the temples of his hateful head; They stay your answer; will you yield your crown? 55 [He takes off the crown. 60 65 70 Two kings in England cannot reign at once. 75 80 Trussel. My lord, the parliament must have present news, |