The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 2 (of 3)Marlowe, Christopher
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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Marlowe, Christopher
English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600
_Y. Mor._ Then so am I, and live to do him service:
But whilst I have a sword, a hand, a heart,
I will not yield to any such upstart.
You know my mind; come, uncle, let's away.
[_Exeunt._
ACT THE SECOND.
SCENE I.
_Enter_[214] YOUNG SPENCER _and_ BALDOCK.
_Bald._ Spencer,
Seeing that our lord the Earl of Gloucester's dead,
Which of the nobles dost thou mean to serve?
_Y. Spen._ 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 10
On whose good fortune Spencer's hope depends.
_Bald._ What, mean you then to be his follower?
_Y. Spen._ No, his companion; for he loves me well,
And would have once preferred me to the king.
_Bald._ But he is banished; there's small hope of him.
_Y. Spen._ I, for a while; but, Baldock, mark the end.
A friend of mine told me in secresy
That he's repealed, and sent for back again;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; 20
And as she read she smiled, which makes me think
It is about her lover Gaveston.
_Bald._ 'Tis like enough; for since he was exiled
She neither walks abroad, nor comes in sight.
But I had thought the match had been broke off,
And that his banishment had changed her mind.
_Y. Spen._ Our lady's first love is not wavering;
My life for thine she will have Gaveston.
_Bald._ Then hope I by her means to be preferred,
Having read unto her since she was a child. 30
_Y. Spen._ Then, Baldock, 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 caped cloak, faced 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 table's end,
Or making low legs to a nobleman,
Or looking downward with your eyelids close,
And saying, "Truly, an't may please your honour," 40
Can get you any favour with great men;
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute,
And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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