Edward the First - Scene 3
SCENE III.
Enter the Nine Lords of Scotland, with their Nine Pages; G LOCESTER , S USSEX , King E DWARD in his suit of glass , Q UEEN E LINOR , Q UEEN -M OTHER , [ and J OAN ]: the King and Queen under a canopy .
Longsh. Nobles of Scotland, we thank you all
For this day's gentle princely service done
To Edward, England's king and Scotland's lord.
Our coronation's due solemnity
Is ended with applause of all estates:
Now, then, let us repose and rest us here.
But specially we thank you, gentle lords,
That you so well have governed your griefs,
As, being grown unto a general jar,
You choose King Edward by your messengers,
To calm, to qualify, and to compound
Th' ambitious strife of Scotland's climbing peers.
I have no doubt, fair lords, but you well wot
How factions waste the richest commonwealth,
And discord spoils the seats of mighty kings.
The barons' war, a tragic wicked war,
Nobles, how hath it shaken England's strength!
Industriously, it seems to me, you have
Loyally ventured to prevent this shock;
For which, sith you have chosen me your judge,
My lords, will you stand to what I shall award?
Baliol . Victorious Edward, to whom the Scottish kings
Owe homage as their lord and sovereign,
Amongst us nine is but one lawful king:
But might we all be judges in the case,
Then should in Scotland be nine kings at once,
And this contention never set or limited.
To stay these jars we jointly make appeal
To thy imperial throne, who knows our claims.
We stand not on our titles 'fore your grace,
But do submit ourselves to your award;
And whom your majesty shall name our king,
To him we'll yield obedience as a king.
Thus willingly, and of their own accord,
Doth Scotland make great England's king their judge,
Longsh . Then, nobles, since you all agree in one,
That for a crown so disagree in all,
Since what I do shall rest inrevocable,
And, lovely England, to thy lovely queen,
Lovely Queen Elinor, unto her turn thy eye,
Whose honour cannot but love thee well;
Hold up your hands in sight, with general voice,
That are content to stand to our award.
Deliver me the golden diadem.
Lo, here I hold the goal for which ye strived,
And here behold, my worthy men-at-arms,
For chivalry and worthy wisdom's praise,
Worthy each one to wear a diadem:
Expect my doom, as erst at Ida hills
The goddesses divine waited th'award
Of Dardan's son. Baliol, stand farthest forth:
Baliol, behold, I give thee the Scottish crown:
Wear it with heart and with thankfulness.
Sound trumpets, [sound,] and say all after me,
God save King Baliol, the Scottish king!
Thus, lords, though you require no reason why,
According to the conscience in the cause,
I make John Baliol your anointed king.
Honour and love him, as behoves him best
That is in peace of Scotland's crown possess'd.
Baliol . Thanks, royal England, for thy honour done.
This justice that hath calmed our civil strife,
Shall now be seized with honourable love.
So moved of remorse and pi[e]ty,
We will erect a college of my name;
In Oxford will I build['t], for memory
Of Baliol's bounty and his gratitude;
And let me happy days no longer see
Than here to England loyal I shall be.
Q. Elinor . Now, brave John Baliol, Lord of Galloway
And King of Scots, shine with thy golden head;
Shake thy spears, in honour of his name,
Under whose royalty thou wear'st the same.
Q UEEN E LINOR'S Speech .
The welkin, spangled through with golden spots,
Reflects no finer in a frosty night
Than lovely Longshanks in his Elinor's eye:
So, Ned, thy Nell in every part of thee,
Thy person's guarded with a troop of queens,
And every queen as brave as Elinor.
Give glory to these glorious crystal quarries,
Where every robe an object entertains
Of rich device and princely majesty.
Thus like Narcissus, diving in the deep,
I die in honour and in England's arms;
And if I drown, it is in my delight,
Whose company is chiefest life in death,
From forth whose coral lips I suck the sweet
Wherewith are dainty Cupid's caudles made.
Then live or die, brave Ned, or sink or swim,
An earthly bliss it is to look on him.
On thee, sweet Ned, it shall become thy Nell
Bounteous to be unto the beauteous:
O'er-pry the palms, sweet fountains of my bliss,
And I will stand on tiptoe for a kiss.
Longsh. He had no thought of any gentle heart,
That would not seize desire for such desart.
If any heavenly joy in women be,
Sweet of all sweets, sweet Nell, it is in thee. —
Now, lords, along: by this the Earl of March,
Lord Mortimer, o'er Cambria's mountain-tops
Hath ranged his men, and feels Lluellen's mind:
To which confines, that well in wasting be,
Our solemn service of coronation past,
We will amain to back our friends at need;
And into Wales our men-at-arms shall march,
And we with them in person, foot by foot. —
Brother of Scotland, you shall to your home,
And live in honour there fair England's friend. —
And thou, sweet Nell, Queen of King Edward's heart,
Shall now come lesser at thy dainty love,
And at coronation meet thy loving peers,
When storms are past, and we have cooled the rage
Of these rebellious Welshmen, that contend
'Gainst England's majesty and Edward's crown.
Sound, trumpets! Harolds, lead the train along:
This be King Edward's feast and holiday.
Enter the M AYORESS OF L ONDON , from church, and music before her .
Q. Elinor . Glocester, who may this be? A bride or what? —
I pray ye, Joan, go see,
And know the reason of the harmony.
Joan. Good woman, let it not offend you any whit
For to deliver unto me the cause
That [thus] in this unusual kind of sort
You pass the streets with music so[lemnly].
Mayoress . Mistress, or madam, what[so]e'er you be,
Wot you I am the Mayor of London's wife,
Who, for I have been delivered of a son,
Having not these dozen years had any before,
Now in my husband's year of mayoralty,
Bringing him a goodly boy,
I pass unto my house a maiden bride:
Which private pleasure, touching godliness,
Shall here no way, I hope, offend the good.
Q. Elinor . You hope so, gentle mistress; do you indeed?
But do not make it parcel of your creed.
Mayoress [ aside] . Alas, I am undone! it is the Queen;
The proudest Queen that ever England knew.
Q. Elinor . Come, Glocester, let's to the court, and revel there.
Enter the Nine Lords of Scotland, with their Nine Pages; G LOCESTER , S USSEX , King E DWARD in his suit of glass , Q UEEN E LINOR , Q UEEN -M OTHER , [ and J OAN ]: the King and Queen under a canopy .
Longsh. Nobles of Scotland, we thank you all
For this day's gentle princely service done
To Edward, England's king and Scotland's lord.
Our coronation's due solemnity
Is ended with applause of all estates:
Now, then, let us repose and rest us here.
But specially we thank you, gentle lords,
That you so well have governed your griefs,
As, being grown unto a general jar,
You choose King Edward by your messengers,
To calm, to qualify, and to compound
Th' ambitious strife of Scotland's climbing peers.
I have no doubt, fair lords, but you well wot
How factions waste the richest commonwealth,
And discord spoils the seats of mighty kings.
The barons' war, a tragic wicked war,
Nobles, how hath it shaken England's strength!
Industriously, it seems to me, you have
Loyally ventured to prevent this shock;
For which, sith you have chosen me your judge,
My lords, will you stand to what I shall award?
Baliol . Victorious Edward, to whom the Scottish kings
Owe homage as their lord and sovereign,
Amongst us nine is but one lawful king:
But might we all be judges in the case,
Then should in Scotland be nine kings at once,
And this contention never set or limited.
To stay these jars we jointly make appeal
To thy imperial throne, who knows our claims.
We stand not on our titles 'fore your grace,
But do submit ourselves to your award;
And whom your majesty shall name our king,
To him we'll yield obedience as a king.
Thus willingly, and of their own accord,
Doth Scotland make great England's king their judge,
Longsh . Then, nobles, since you all agree in one,
That for a crown so disagree in all,
Since what I do shall rest inrevocable,
And, lovely England, to thy lovely queen,
Lovely Queen Elinor, unto her turn thy eye,
Whose honour cannot but love thee well;
Hold up your hands in sight, with general voice,
That are content to stand to our award.
Deliver me the golden diadem.
Lo, here I hold the goal for which ye strived,
And here behold, my worthy men-at-arms,
For chivalry and worthy wisdom's praise,
Worthy each one to wear a diadem:
Expect my doom, as erst at Ida hills
The goddesses divine waited th'award
Of Dardan's son. Baliol, stand farthest forth:
Baliol, behold, I give thee the Scottish crown:
Wear it with heart and with thankfulness.
Sound trumpets, [sound,] and say all after me,
God save King Baliol, the Scottish king!
Thus, lords, though you require no reason why,
According to the conscience in the cause,
I make John Baliol your anointed king.
Honour and love him, as behoves him best
That is in peace of Scotland's crown possess'd.
Baliol . Thanks, royal England, for thy honour done.
This justice that hath calmed our civil strife,
Shall now be seized with honourable love.
So moved of remorse and pi[e]ty,
We will erect a college of my name;
In Oxford will I build['t], for memory
Of Baliol's bounty and his gratitude;
And let me happy days no longer see
Than here to England loyal I shall be.
Q. Elinor . Now, brave John Baliol, Lord of Galloway
And King of Scots, shine with thy golden head;
Shake thy spears, in honour of his name,
Under whose royalty thou wear'st the same.
Q UEEN E LINOR'S Speech .
The welkin, spangled through with golden spots,
Reflects no finer in a frosty night
Than lovely Longshanks in his Elinor's eye:
So, Ned, thy Nell in every part of thee,
Thy person's guarded with a troop of queens,
And every queen as brave as Elinor.
Give glory to these glorious crystal quarries,
Where every robe an object entertains
Of rich device and princely majesty.
Thus like Narcissus, diving in the deep,
I die in honour and in England's arms;
And if I drown, it is in my delight,
Whose company is chiefest life in death,
From forth whose coral lips I suck the sweet
Wherewith are dainty Cupid's caudles made.
Then live or die, brave Ned, or sink or swim,
An earthly bliss it is to look on him.
On thee, sweet Ned, it shall become thy Nell
Bounteous to be unto the beauteous:
O'er-pry the palms, sweet fountains of my bliss,
And I will stand on tiptoe for a kiss.
Longsh. He had no thought of any gentle heart,
That would not seize desire for such desart.
If any heavenly joy in women be,
Sweet of all sweets, sweet Nell, it is in thee. —
Now, lords, along: by this the Earl of March,
Lord Mortimer, o'er Cambria's mountain-tops
Hath ranged his men, and feels Lluellen's mind:
To which confines, that well in wasting be,
Our solemn service of coronation past,
We will amain to back our friends at need;
And into Wales our men-at-arms shall march,
And we with them in person, foot by foot. —
Brother of Scotland, you shall to your home,
And live in honour there fair England's friend. —
And thou, sweet Nell, Queen of King Edward's heart,
Shall now come lesser at thy dainty love,
And at coronation meet thy loving peers,
When storms are past, and we have cooled the rage
Of these rebellious Welshmen, that contend
'Gainst England's majesty and Edward's crown.
Sound, trumpets! Harolds, lead the train along:
This be King Edward's feast and holiday.
Enter the M AYORESS OF L ONDON , from church, and music before her .
Q. Elinor . Glocester, who may this be? A bride or what? —
I pray ye, Joan, go see,
And know the reason of the harmony.
Joan. Good woman, let it not offend you any whit
For to deliver unto me the cause
That [thus] in this unusual kind of sort
You pass the streets with music so[lemnly].
Mayoress . Mistress, or madam, what[so]e'er you be,
Wot you I am the Mayor of London's wife,
Who, for I have been delivered of a son,
Having not these dozen years had any before,
Now in my husband's year of mayoralty,
Bringing him a goodly boy,
I pass unto my house a maiden bride:
Which private pleasure, touching godliness,
Shall here no way, I hope, offend the good.
Q. Elinor . You hope so, gentle mistress; do you indeed?
But do not make it parcel of your creed.
Mayoress [ aside] . Alas, I am undone! it is the Queen;
The proudest Queen that ever England knew.
Q. Elinor . Come, Glocester, let's to the court, and revel there.
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