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| Character | Gaveston???? | |
|---|---|---|
| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Young Adult (20-35) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Talking to the audience, Rejoicing/Excited | |
| Type | Serio-comic | |
| Year | 1592 | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Historical, Drama, Biography | |
| Description | Gaveston rejoices about going back to England | |
| Location | ACT I, Scene 1 | |
Summary
The play focuses on the major events during Edward II's reign (1307-1327). It starts with Edward I's death and subsequent recall of Edward II's friend and favorite Piers Gaveston from France. Gaveston is later first exiled and then murdered by other noblemen. Edward II's throne is threatened by the Queen, Isabella of France, who raises an army with the help of her lover Mortimer and defeat the king at Bannockburn. The king is taken prisoner and eventually executed along with his brother Edmund. At the end Edward III revenges his father's death by executing Mortimer and imprisoning his mother.
This monologue is the first of the play. Gaveston, a good friend of Edward II, had been exiled by Edward I for having deserted the English army to participate in a tournament in France. When Edward I dies, Edward II immediately invites Gaveston back to England, who in this monologue is reading a letter sent by the king and rejoices at the idea of going back to England.
This monologue is the first of the play. Gaveston, a good friend of Edward II, had been exiled by Edward I for having deserted the English army to participate in a tournament in France. When Edward I dies, Edward II immediately invites Gaveston back to England, who in this monologue is reading a letter sent by the king and rejoices at the idea of going back to England.
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| GAVESTON “MY FATHER is deceas’d! Come, Gaveston, And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend,” Ah! words that make me surfeit with delight! What greater bliss can hap to Gaveston Than live and be the favourite of a king! Sweet prince, I come; these, these thy amorous lines Might have enforc’d me to have swum from France, And, like Leander, gasp’d upon the sand, So thou would’st smile, and take me in thine arms. The sight of London to my exil’d eyes Is as Elysium to a new-come soul; Not that I love the city, or the men, But that it harbours him I hold so dear— The king, upon whose bosom let me die, And with the world be still at enmity. What need the arctic people love starlight, To whom the sun shines both by day and night? Farewell base stooping to the lordly peers! My knee shall bow to none but to the king. As for the multitude, that are but sparks, Rak’d up in embers of their poverty;— Tanti; I’ll fawn first on the wind That glanceth at my lips, and flieth away. |
