And on their knees salute your majesty. EDW. Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy king; And as gross vapours perish by the sun, Even so let hatred with thy sovereign's smile. Live thou with me as my companion. LAN. This salutation overjoys my heart. EDW. Warwick shall be my chiefest counsellor : These silver hairs will more adorn my court, Than gaudy silks, or rich embroidery. WAR. Slay me, my lord, when I offend your grace. Edw. In solemn triumphs, and in publick shows, Pembroke shall bear the sword before the king. PEM. And with this sword Pembroke will fight for you. EDW. But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside? Be thou commander of our royal fleet; Or if that lofty office like thee not, I make thee here lord marshal of the realm. Y. MOR. My lord, I'll marshal so your enemies, As England shall be quiet, and you safe. EDW. And as for you, lord Mortimer of Chirke, Whose great achievements in our foreign war Deserve no common place, nor mean reward; Be you the general of the levied troops, That now are ready to assail the Scots. E. MOR. In this your grace hath highly honour'd me, For with my nature war doth best agree. QUEEN. Now is the king of England rich and strong, Having the love of his renowned peers. EDW. Aye, Isabel, ne'er was my heart so light. As fast as Iris, or Jove's Mercury. BEA. It shall be done, my gracious lord. EDW. Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your charge. Now let us in, and feast it royally. Against our friend the earl of Cornwall comes, EDW. That day, if not for him, yet for my sake, Who in the triumph will be challenger, Spare for no cost; we will requite your love. WAR. In this, or aught your highness shall command us. EDW. Thanks, gentle Warwick: come let's in Leave now t' oppose thyself against the king, And seeing his mind so doats on Gaveston, 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, While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, He wears a lord's revenue on his back, 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. 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 She neither walks abroad, nor comes in sight. But I had thought the match had been broke off, And that his banishment had chang'd her mind. 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 looking downward, with your eye-lids close, |