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VRAJELI GROTNATË

EDWARD THE SECOND.

VOL. II.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

EDWARD II.

EDWARD III.

GAVESTÓN.

OLD SPENCER.

YOUNG SPENCER.

EARL MORTIMER.

YOUNG MORTIMER.

LANCASTER.

LEICESTER.

EDMUND, EARL of KENT.

ARUNDEL.

WARWICK.

PEMBROKE.

ARCHBISHOP of CANTERBURY.

BISHOP of WINCHESTER.

BISHOP of COVENTRY.

BEAUMONT.

SIR JOHN HAINAULT.

LEVUNE.

BALDOCK.

MATREVIS.

GURNEY.

RICE AP HOWEL.

LIGHTBORN.

Аввот.

MESSENGERS, &c.

QUEEN ISABELLA.

ACT THE FIRST.

SCENE I.

Enter GAVESTON, reading a letter from the king. GAV. 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 swam from France, And like Leander, gasp'd upon the sand,

So thou wouldst 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 lie,
And with the world be still at enmity.
What need the arctick people love star-light,
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, they 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.
But how now, what are these?

Enter three poor MEN.

MEN. Such as desire your worship's service.
GAV. What canst thou do?

1 MAN. I can ride.

GAV. But I have no horse. What art thou?

2 MAN. A traveller.

GAV, Let me see-thou wouldst do well

To wait at my trencher, and tell me lies at dinnertime;

And as I like your discoursing, I'll have you.

And what art thou?

3 MAN. A soldier, that hath serv'd against the Scot.

GAV. Why there are hospitals for such as you; I have no war, and therefore, sir, be gone.

3 MAN. Farewell, and perish by a soldier's hand, That would'st reward them with an hospital.

GAV. Aye, aye, these words of his move me as much As if a goose would play the porcupine,

And dart her plumes, thinking to pierce my breast.
But yet it is no pain to speak men fair;

I'll flatter these, and make them live in hope. [Aside.
You know that I came lately out of France,
And yet I have not view'd my lord the king;
If I speed well, I'll entertain you all.