Scene
III
The battlefield, Boroughbridge.
Enter King Edward, the Elder Spenser, the Younger Spenser, Baldock, and Noblemen of the King’s side.
King Edward
Why do we sound retreat? upon them, lords!
This day I shall your vengeance with my sword
On those proud rebels that are up in arms,
And do confront and countermand their king.
Younger Spenser
I doubt it not, my lord; right will prevail.
Elder Spenser
’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.
Younger Spenser
Here come the rebels.
Enter the Younger Mortimer, Lancaster, Warwick, Pembroke, and others.
Younger Mortimer
Look, Lancaster, yonder is Edward
Among his flatterers.
Lancaster
And there let him be,
Till he pay dearly for their company.
Warwick
And shall, or Warwick’s sword shall smite in vain.
King Edward
What, rebels, do you shrink and sound retreat?
Younger Mortimer
No, Edward, no; thy flatterers faint and fly.
Lancaster
They’d best betimes forsake thee and their trains,
For they’ll betray thee, traitors as they are.
Younger Spenser
Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster!
Pembroke
Away, base upstart! brav’st thou nobles thus?
Elder Spenser
A noble attempt and honourable deed,
Is it not, trow ye, to assemble aid
And levy arms against your lawful king?
King Edward
For which, ere long, their heads shall satisfy
To appease the wrath of their offended king.
Younger Mortimer
Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last,
And rather bathe thy sword in subjects’ blood
Than banish that pernicious company?
King Edward
Ay, traitors all, rather than thus be braved,
Make England’s civil towns huge heaps of stones,
And ploughs to go about our palace-gates.
Warwick
A desperate and unnatural resolution!—
Alarum to the fight!
Saint George for England, and the barons’ right!
King Edward
Saint George for England, and King Edward’s right!
Alarums. Exeunt the two parties severally.
Reenter King Edward and his followers, with the Barons and Kent captive.
King Edward
Now, lusty lords, now not by chance of war,
But justice of the quarrel and the cause,
Vailed is your pride: methinks you hang the 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!
Kent
Brother, in regard of thee and of thy land,
Did they remove that flatterer from thy throne.
King Edward
So, sir, you have spoke: away, avoid our presence! Exit Kent.
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 thy head shall overlook the rest
As much as thou in rage outwent’st the rest.
Warwick
Tyrant, I scorn thy threats and menaces;
It is but temporal that thou canst inflict.
Lancaster
The worst is death; and better die to live
Than live in infamy under such a king.
King Edward
Away with them, my lord of Winchester!
These lusty leaders, Warwick and Lancaster,
I charge you roundly, off with both their heads!
Away!
Warwick
Farewell, vain world!
Lancaster
Sweet Mortimer, farewell!
Younger Mortimer
England, unkind to thy nobility,
Groan for this grief! behold how thou art maimed!
King Edward
Go, take that haughty Mortimer to the Tower;
There see him safe bestowed; and, for the rest,
Do speedy execution on them all.
Be gone!
Younger Mortimer
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.
The captive Barons are led off.
King Edward
Sound, drums and trumpets! March with me, my friends.
Edward this day hath crowned him king anew.
Exeunt all except the Younger Spenser, Levune and Baldock.
Younger Spenser
Levune, the trust that we repose in thee
Begets the quiet of King Edward’s land:
Therefore be gone in haste, 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.
Levune
That’s it these barons and the subtle queen
Long levelled at.
Baldock
Yea, but, Levune, thou seest,
These barons lay their heads on blocks together:
What they intend, the hangman frustrates clean.
Levune
Have you no doubt, 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.
Younger Spenser
Then make for France amain; Levune, away!
Proclaim King Edward’s wars and victories.
Exeunt.