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All tremble at my name, and I fear none; Let's see who dare impeach me for his
And therefore tell me, wherefore art
thou come? Light. To rid thee of thy life.—Matrevis,
Enter Matrevis and Gurney. K. Edu. I am too weak and feeble to re
Enter Queen Isabella.
Assist me, sweet God, and receive my
soul! Light. Run for the table. K. Edu. O spare me, or despatch me in a
(Jatrevis brings in a table.) Light. So, lay the table down, and stamp
Q. Isab. Ah, Mortimer, the king my son
hath news Ilis father's dead, and we have mur
dered him! Y. Mor. What if he have? The king is
yet a child. Q. Isab. Aye, but he tears his hair, and
wrings his hands, And vows to be reveng'd upon us botlı. Into the council-chamber he is gone, To crave the aid and succor of his peers. Ay me! see here he comes, and they with
liim. Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy.
But not too hard, lest that you bruise his
(King Edward is murdered.) Jat. I fear me that this cry will raise the
town, And therefore, let us take horse and
away. Light. Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely
done? Gur. Excellent well; take this for thy re
(Gurney stabs Lightborn.) Come, let us cast the body in the moat, And bear the king's to Mortimer our
Enter King Edward the Third, Lords and
1 Lord. Fear not, my lord, know that you
are a king. K. Edw. Third. Villain !-1. Mor. How now, my lord ! K. Edu. Third. Think not that I
frighted with thy words ! My father's murdered through thy
treachery; And thou shalt die, and on his mournful
hearse Thy hateful and accursed head shall lie, To witness to the world, that by tliy
Ereunt with the bodies.
SCENE 6. The Palace, London.
Enter Young Mortimer and Matrevis.
Y. Mor. Is 't done, Matrevis, and the
murderer dead ? Mat. Aye, my good lord; I would it were
undone! Y. Mor. Matrevis, if thou now growest
penitent I'll be thy ghostly father; therefore
choose, Whether thou wilt be secret in this,
Or else die by the hand of Mortimer. Mat. Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I
Exit. Y. Mor. As for myself, I stand as Jove's
huge tree, And others are but shrubs compar'd to
His kingly body was too soon interr'd. Q. Isab. Weep not, sweet son! K. Edw. Third. Forbid me not to weep,
he was my father; And, had you lov'd him half so well as
I, You could not bear his death thus pa
tiently. But you, I fear, conspir'd with Morti
mer. 1 Lord. Why speak you not unto my lord
the king? Y. Mor. Because I think scorn to be ac
cus'd. Who is the man dares say I murdered
him? K. Edw. Third. Traitor! in me my loving
father speaks, And plainly saith, 't was thou that mur
d'redst him. Y. Mor. But has your grace no other
proof than this?
K. Edw Third. Yes, if this be the hand Is this report rais'd on poor Isabel. of Mortimer.
K). Edw. Third. I do not think her so un(Showing letter.)
natural. Y. Mor. (Aside.) False Gurney hath Lord. My lord, I fear me it will prove betray'd me and himself.
K. Edw. Third. Mother, you
much; Q. Isab. (Aside.) I fear'd murder cannot be hid.
pected for his death, Y. Mor. It is my hand; what gather you
And therefore we commit you to the by this?
Tower K. Edw. Third. That thither thou didst Till further trial may be made thereof; send a murderer.
If you be guilty, though I be your son, Y. Mor. What murderer? Bring forth Think not to find me slack or pitiful. the man I sent.
Q. Isab. Nay, to my death, for too long K*. Edw. Third. Ah, Mortimer, thou
have I lir'd knowest that he is slain;
Whenas my son thinks to abridge my And so shalt thou be too.—Why stays he
K. Edw. Third. Away with her! her Bring him unto a hurdle, drag him forth;
words enforce these tears, Hang him, I say, and set his quarters
And I shall pity her if she speak again.
Q. Isab. Shall I not mourn for my beup, But bring his head back presently 3 to
And with the rest accompany him to his Q. Isab. For my sake, sweet son, pity
2 Lord. Thus, madam, 't is the king's will Y. Mor. Madain, entreat not; I will
you shall hence. rather die,
Q. Isab. He hath forgotten me; stay, I Than sue for life unto a paltry boy.
am his mother. K. Edw. Third. Hence with the traitor! 2 Lord. That boots not; therefore, gentle with the murderer!
madam, go. Y. Mor. Base Fortune, now I see that in Q. Isab. Then come, sweet death, and rid thy wheel
me of this grief. There is a point, to which when men
Re-enter 1 Lord, with the head of Young They tumble headlong down: that point
1 Lord. My lord, here is the head of MorAnd, seeing there was no place to mount
timer. up higher,
K. Edw. Third. Go fetch my father's Why should I grieve at my declining
hearse, where it shall lie; fall?
And bring my funeral robes. Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mor
Ereunt Attendants. timer,
Accursed head, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller,
Could I have ruld thee then, as I do Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
now, K. Edw. Third. What! suffer you the Thou had'st not hatched this monstrous traitor to delay ?
treachery!(Young Mortimer is taken away.)
Here comes the hearse; help me to Q. Isab. As thou receivedst thy life from
mourn, my lords. me,
Re-enter Attendants with the hearse and Spill not the blood of gentle Mortimer! K. Edw. Third. This argues
funeral robes. spilt my father's blood,
Sweet father, here unto thy murdered Else would you not entreat for Mortimer.
ghost Q. Isab. I spill his blood ? No!
I offer up this wicked traitor's head; K. Edw. Third. Aye, madam, you; for so And let these tears, distilling from mine the rumor runs.
eyes, Q. Isab. That rumor is untrue; for lov- Be witness of my grief and innocency. ing thee,
Exeunt. 3 immediately.
1 THOMAS DEKKER
THE SHOEMAKERS' HOLIDAY
Thomas Dekker (c. 1570–1637 or later) 1599, to another of Dekker's plays, the was a Londoner, possibly of Dutch descent. masque-like Old Fortunatus. Thus even the His name first appears early in 1598 in the playwrights of the people had their occasional diary of Philip Henslowe, proprietor of the social triumphs. Dekker took his story from Rose and Fortune theaters. Dekker was one a collection of three prose_tales on shoeof the most prolific of Henslowe's play-car- makers, The Gentle Craft (1598), by Thomas penters, for he is mentioned as sole author Deloney, whose position in the narrative-ficor collaborator in connection with forty-one tion of the day as a purveyor of romantically plays in the five years 1598–1602. The diary rose-colored, pseudo-realistic tales for the conalso throws a sad light on Dekker's hand-to- sumption of middle-class readers somewhat mouth existence, by its records of loans made corresponds to that of Dekker in the drama. by Henslowe, sometimes to rescue him from From the second of these stories, that of the the debtors' prison; there is reason to be- two royal shoemakers Crispine and Crispilieve that he was once confined for debt for anus, Dekker obtained the background of war, three years together. From 1603 to 1613 he the motive of the Lacy-Rose story, the shoeturned out a series of prose pamphlets, chiefly fitting episode, Rose's flight to the Lord on London life, vividly informing and force- Mayor's, and the final royal sanction of their ful in style. He drops out of sight early in marriage. From Deloney's account of Simon the thirties.
Eyre, the madcap shoemaker of fower Street,
come practically all the figures and details of The Shoemakers' Holiday is the merriest the Eyre story, as well as the suggestion_for 'example of a sort of play very popular with the Ralph-Jane story, although Dekker reLondon playgoers of Erizabethan days the verses Deloney's situation of the lost wife rebourgeois comedy of London life,- citizens' turning from France to prevent her husband comedy, it has been called to distinguish it from marrying again. There are in 'he play from the romantic.comedy of Shakespeare, the three threads of narrative - a romantic lovesatirical humor-comedy of Ben Jonson, and story, a bourgeois love-story, and a picture of the tragicomedy of Beaumont and Fletcher. London life and manners, supplying the backSuch plays were written for the most part by ground The binding of the three Dekker acdramatists not so fortunate as these men, complishes skilfully enough according to who had established positions as writers for Elizabethan standards. The relations of Lacy the high-class theaters such as the Globe and and Ralph, first as soldiers enlisted for the the Blackfriars, and for a better class of audi- French war, second as employees of Eyre, tors than those which filled the more popular unite the first two. Hammon, appearing first houses like the Rose and the Fortune Dek- as the suitor of Rose, later as the lover of ker, Heywood, and, less representatively, Jane, furnishes another bond. It is Lacy, as Middleton are the best known members of a Hans, who is responsible for Eyre's first_comlarge group of playwrights who thus catered mercial success, which leads to Eyre's electo the theatrical wants of the common-peo- tion as sheriff. The Lord Mayor's entertainple, giving them in large measure pictures of ment of the new sheriff and his apprentices at the life which they lived.
Old Ford brings Lacy and Rose together The Shoemakers Holiday was finished by again, and prepares for Rose's. escape to July 15, 1599, when Henslowe enters a pay- Eyre's protection at the end of act four. The ment for it of three pounds — so munificently two love-threads are firmly knotted by Eirk's were his fortunate authors rewarded! It was tricks for the weddings, and the complicano doubt written in the six weeks immediately tions of the last act are thorough and yet natpreceding, for on May 30, Dekker had received ural. In other words, the play holds together payment for Agamemnon ; the world-wide dif- well-it is Dekker's most coherent piece of ference in subject matter between two con- plotting. The weakest link in the chain, the secutive plays is suggestive of the versatility point where credulity is subjected to the of the popular playwright, as the short in- severest strain, is the opportune removal by terim is of the forced draught under which death of so many aldermen as stood between he worked. The play was performed by the Eyre and the Lord Mayoralty (IV. iv), but Admiral's Men at the Rose; its success we it would be captious to inquire too closely may inter from the fact that on New Year's into the ways of Providence when it comes Day of 1600 it was acted at court, a distinc- to the aid of a hard-pressed dramatist. tion which had been granted on December 27, The romantic plot has been criticised as
What we remember from Middleton is the matter of sympathy with the life about them, story, the ingenious intrigue, and the social and the sympathetic display of the author's background; he created no characters so sym- personality in his work; where Middleton pathetic or of such enduring vitality as Eyre, completely effaces himself, always in Dekker's Friscobaldo in The Honest Whore, and the plays we feel the man himself, cheery, heroine in Patient Grissil. Middleton and friendly, lovable. Dekker part company most widely in this
One gracious smile; for your celestial
breath Must send us life, or sentence us to death.
As it was pronounced before the Queen's
Majesty As wretches in a storm, expecting day, With trembling hands and eyes cast up to
beaven, Make prayers the anchor of their conquer'd
hopes, So we, dear goddess, wonder of all eyes, Your meanest vassals, through mistrust and
fear To sink into the bottom of disgrace By our imperfect pastimes, prostrate thus On bended knees, our sails of hope do
strike, Dreading the bitter storms of your dislike. Sinee then, unhappy men, our hap is such That to ourselves ourselves no help can
bring, But needs must perish, if your saint-like
ears, Locking the temple where all mercy sits, Refuse the tribute of our begging tongues; Oh, grant, bright mirror of true chastity, From those life-breathing stars, your sun
ACT I. SCENE 1. A street in London. Enter the Lord Mayor and the Earl of
Lincoln. Linc. My lord mayor, you have sundry
times Feasted myself and many courtiers
more; Seldom or never can we be so kind To make requital of your courtesy. But leaving this, I hear my cousin Lacy
Is much affected to your daughter Rose. L. Mayor. True, my good lord, and she
loves him so well That I mislike her boldness in the chase. Linc. Why, my lord mayor, think you it
then a shame, To join a Lacy with an Oateley's name? L. Mayor. Too mean is my poor girl for
his high birth; Poor citizens must not with courtiers
1 inclined to.