SceneIII

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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.