Let him without controulment have his will. Then let his grace, whose youth is flexible, me; But this I scorn, that one so basely born Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, Uncle, 'tis this that makes me impatient. E. MOR. But, nephew, now you see the king is chang'd. Y. MOR. Then so am I, and live to do him ser vice: 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 Young SPENCER and BALDOCK. BALD. Spencer, seeing that our lord the earl of Which of the nobles dost thou mean to serve? well, VOL. II. 3 And would have once preferr❜d me to the king. BALD.But he is banish'd, there's small hope of him. Y. SPEN. Aye, for a while; but, Baldock, mark the end. A friend of mine told me in secresy, That he's repeal'd, and sent for back again; And as she read she smil'd, which makes me think BALD. 'Tis like enough; for since he was exil'd 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 preferr'd, Having read unto her since she was a child. 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 cap'd cloak, fac'd before with serge, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or looking downward, with your eye-lids close, You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, BALD. Spencer, thou know'st I hate such formal toys, And use them but of mere hypocrisy. Mine old lord while he liv'd was so precise, That he would take exceptions at my buttons, And being like pins' heads, blame me for the big ness; Which made me curate-like in mine attire, Though inwardly licentious enough, And apt for any kind of villainy. I am none of these common pedants, I, That cannot speak without propterea quod. Y. SPEN. But one of those that saith, quando quidem, And hath a special gift to form a verb. BALD. Leave off this jesting, here my lady comes. Enter the LADY. LADY. The grief for his exile was not so much, As is the joy of his returning home. This letter came from my sweet Gaveston : I will not long be from thee, though I die. This argues the entire love of my lord, [Reads. When I forsake thee, death seize on my heart: [Reads. But stay thee here where Gaveston shall sleep. Now to the letter of my lord the king. He wills me to repair unto the court, And meet my Gaveston: why do I stay, Who's there, Baldock? See that my coach be ready, I must hence. BALD. It shall be done, madam. [Exit. LADY. And meet me at the park-pale presently. Spencer, stay you and bear me company, SPEN. I knew the king would have him home again. LADY. Come, lead the way; I long till I am there. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter EDWARD, the QUEEN, LANCASTER, MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, ATTENDANTS, KENT, and EDW. The wind is good, I wonder why he stays; I fear me he is wreck'd upon the sea. QUEEN. Look, Lancaster, how passionate he is, And still his mind runs on his minion! LAN. My lord. EDW. How now! what news? is Gaveston arriv'd? Y. MOR. Nothing but Gaveston! what means your grace? You have matters of more weight to think upon; |