EDW. Nay, then, lay violent hands upon your king: Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne; Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown. Was ever king thus over-rul'd as I? LAN. Learn, then, to rule us better, and the realm. Y. MOR. What we have done, our heart-blood shall maintain. WAR. Think you that we can brook this upstart pride? EDW. Anger and wrathful fury stops my speech. ARCHB. OF CANT. Why are you mov'd? be patient, my lord, And see what we your counsellors have done. EDW. Meet you for this, proud over-daring peers? And wander to the unfrequented Inde. ARCHB. OF CANT. You know that I am legate to the Pope: On your allegiance to the see of Rome, Y. MOR. Curse him, if he refuse; and then may we EDW. Ay, there it goes! but yet I will not yield: Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can. LAN. Then linger not, my lord, but do it straight. || fleet] i. e. float ARCHB. OF CANT. Remember how the bishop was abus'd: Either banish him that was the cause thereof, Or I will presently discharge these lords & EDW. It boots me not to threat; I must speak fair: To frolic with my dearest Gaveston. ARCHB. OF CANT. Nothing shall alter us; we are resolv'd. LAN. Come, come, subscribe. Y. MOR. Why should you love him whom the world hates so? EDW. Because he loves me more than all the world. Ah, none but rude and savage-minded men Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston ! You that be ¶ noble-born should pity him. WAR. You that are princely-born should shake him off: § lords] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "Lord." For shame, subscribe, and let the lown* depart. ARCHB. OF CANT. Are you content to banish him the realm ? EDW. I see I must, and therefore am content: Instead of ink, I'll write it with my tears. [Subscribes. Y. MOR. The king is love-sick for his minion. PEM. This will be good news to the common sort. *lown] Or loon,-i. e. base low fellow. The papal towers, &c.] The modern editors print "Thy papal towers," &c: but, towards the end of The Massacre at Paris, Marlowe has, 66 I'll fire his crazèd buildings, and incense The papal towers to kiss the holy [qy. "lowly "?] earth." With slaughter'd priests make + Tyber's channel swell, Re-enter GAVESTON §. GAV. My lord, I hear it whisper'd every where, That I am banish'd and must fly the land. EDW. 'Tis true, sweet Gaveston: oh, were it ‡ false ! The legate of the Pope will have it so, GAV. Is all my hope turn'd to this hell of grief? words: Thou from this land, I from myself am banish'd. For no where else seeks he felicity. EDW. And only this torments my wretched soul, That, whether I will or no, thou must depart. † make] Old eds. "may." § Re-enter Gaveston] Qy. "Enter Gaveston,”'—a change of place being supposed here? were it] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "were it were it." Be governor of Ireland in my stead, And there abide till fortune call thee home. Oh, might I keep thee here, as I do this, Gaveston. GAV. I shall be found, and then 'twill grieve me more. EDW. Kind words, and mutual talk, makes our grief greater: Therefore, with dumb embracement, let us part. GAV. For every look, my lord, drops § down a tear: Seeing I must go, do not renew my sorrow. EDW. The time is little that thou hast to stay, And, therefore, give me leave to look my fill. But, come, sweet friend; I'll bear thee on thy way. GAV. The peers will frown. EDW. I pass || not for their anger. Come, let's go: Oh, that we might as well return as go! § my lord, drops] One of the modern editors prints "my love drops." || pass] i. e. care. |