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And running in the likeness of an hart,
By yelping hounds pull’d down, shall seem to die :
Such things as these best please his majesty.
By'r lord ! here comes the king and the nobles
From the parliament. I'll stand aside.

Enter the King, LANCASTER, MORTIMER, senior,

MORTIMER, junior, EDMUND Earl of Kent, Guy
Earl of Warwick, etc.

Edw. Lancaster !
Lan. My lord.
Gav. That Earl of Lancaster do I abhor. [Aside.
Edw. Will you not grant me this? In spite of them
I'll have my will; and these two Mortimers,
That cross me thus, shall know I am displeased.

E. Mor. If you love us, my lord, hate Gaveston.
Gav. That villain Mortimer, I'll be his death !

Y. Mor. Mine uncle here, this earl, and I myself,
Were sworn unto your father at his death,
That he should ne'er return into the realm :
And know, my lord, ere I will break my oath,
This sword of mine, that should offend your foes,
Shall sleep within the scabbard at thy need,
And underneath thy banners march who will,
For Mortimer will hang his armour up.
Gav. Mort Dieu !

[Aside. Edw. Well, Mortimer, I'll make thee rue these

Beseems it thee to contradict thy king ?
Frown'st thou thereat, aspiring Lancaster ?
The sword shall plane the furrows of thy brows.
And hew these knees that now are grown so stiff.


I will have Gaveston ; and you shall know
What danger 'tis to stand against your king.
Gav. Well done, Ned!

Lan. My lord, why do you thus incense your peers,
That naturally would love and honour you
But for that base and obscure Gaveston ?
Four earldoms have I, besides Lancaster-
Derby, Salisbury, Lincoln, Leicester,
These will I sell, to give my soldiers pay,
Ere Gaveston shall stay within the realm ;
Therefore, if he be come, expel him straight.
Edw. Barons and earls, your pride hath made me

mute ;
But now I'll speak, and to the proof I hope.
I do remember, in my father's days,
Lord Piercy of the North, being highly moved,
Braved Moubery in presence of the king;
For which, had not his highness loved him well,
He should have lost his head; but with his look
The undaunted spirit of Piercy was appeased,
And Moubery and he were reconciled.
Yet dare you brave the king unto his face ;
Brother, revenge it, and let these their heads,
Preach upon poles, for trespass of their tongues.
War. Oh, our heads !

(grant. — Edw. Aye, yours; and therefore I would wish you War. Bridle thy anger, gentle Mortimer.

Y. Mor. I cannot, nor I will not; I must speak. Cousin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads, And strike off his that makes you threaten us. Come, uncle, let us leave the brainsick king, And henceforth parley with our naked swords. E. Mor. Wiltshire hath men enough to save our War. All Warwickshire will leave him for my sake.


Lan. And northward Lancaster hath many friends. Adieu, my lord ; and either change your mind, Or look to see the throne, where you should sit, To float in blood ; and at thy wanton head, The glozing head of thy base minion thrown.

[Exeunt Nobles. Edw. I cannot brook these haughty menaces ; Am I a king, and must be over-ruled ? Brother, display my ensigns in the field ; I'll bandy with the barons and the earls, And either die or live with Gaveston. Gav. I can no longer keep me from my lord.

[Comes forward. Edw. What, Gaveston ! welcome-Kiss not my

handEmbrace me, Gaveston, as I do thee. Why should'st thou kneel ? know'st thou not who I Thy friend, thyself, another Gaveston ! Not Hylas was more mourned of Hercules, Than thou hast been of me since thy exile.

Gav. And since I went from hence, no soul in hell Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston.

Edw. I know it— Brother, welcome home my friend. Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire, And that high-minded Earl of Lancaster; I have my wish, in that I 'joy thy sight; And sooner shall the sea o'erwhelin my land, Than bear the ship that shall transport thee hence. I here create thee Lord High Chamberlain, Chief Secretary to the state and me, Earl of Cornwall, King and Lord of Man.

Gav. My lord, these titles far exceed my worth.

am ?

Kent. Brother, the least of these may well suffice For one of greater birth than Gaveston.

Edw. Cease, brother: for I cannot brook these words.
Thy worth, sweet friend, is far above my gifts,
Therefore, to equal it, receive my heart;
If for these dignities thou be envied,
I'll give thee more ; for, but to honour thee,
Is Edward pleased with kingly regiment.
Fear’st thon thy person ? thou shalt have a guard.
Wantest thou gold ? go to my treasury.
Wouldst thou be loved and feared ? receive my seals :
Save or condemn, and in our name command
Whatso thy mind affects, or fancy likes.

Gav. It shall suffice me to enjoy your love,
Which, whiles I have, I think myself as great
As Cæsar riding in the Roman street,
With captive kings at his triumphant car.


Edw. Whither goes my lord of Coventry so fast ?

Bish. To celebrate your father's exequies. But is that wicked Gaveston returned

Edw. Aye, priest, and lives to be revenged on thee, That wert the only cause of his exile.

Gav. 'Tis true; and but for reverence of these robes, Thou should'st not plod one foot beyond this place.

Bish. I did no more than I was bound to do;
And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaimed,
As then I did incense the parliament,
So will I now, and thou shalt back to France.

Gav. Saving your reverence, you must pardon me.

Edw. Throw off his golden mitre, rend his stole, And in the channel christen him anew.

Kent. Ah, brother, lay not violent hands on him, For he'll complain unto the see of Rome.

Gav. Let him complain unto the see of hell, I'll be revenged on him for my exile.

Erd. No, spare his life, but seize upon his goods : Be thou lord bishop and receive his rents, And make him serve thee as thy chaplain : I give him thee-here, use him as thou wilt. Gav. He sball to prison, and there die in bolts. Edw. Aye, to the Tower, the Fleet, or where thou

Bish. For this offence, be thou accurst of God !
Edw. Who's there? Convey this priest to the

Bish. True, true.

Edw. But in the meantime, Gaveston, away,
And take possession of his house and goods.
Come, follow me, and thou shalt have my guard
To see it done, and bring thee safe again.

Gav. What should a priest do with so fair a liouse ? A prison may best beseem his holiness. [Exeunt.


War. 'Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower, And goods and body given to Gaveston.

Lan. What ! will they tyrannise upon the church ? Ah, wicked king ! accursed Gaveston ! This ground, which is corrupted with their steps, Shall be their timeless sepulchre or mine. Y. Mor. Well, let that peevish Frenchman guard

him sure ; Unless his breast be sword-proof he shall die.

E. Mor. How now, why droops the Earl of Lancaster ?

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