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Edw. The fitter art thou, Baldock, for my turn.
Bald. I humbly thank your majesty.
His name is Spencer, he is well allied;
Edw. Then, Spencer, wait upon me, for his sake 250 I'll grace thee with a higher style ere long.
Y. Spen. No greater titles happen unto me,
Than to be favoured of your majesty.
Edw. Cousin, this day shall be your marriage feast.
And, Gaveston, think that I love thee well,
To wed thee to our niece, the only heir
Unto the Earl of Gloucester late deceased.
Gav. I know, my lord, many will stomach me,
But I respect neither their love nor hate.
Edw. The headstrong barons shall not limit me ; 260
He that I list to favour shall be great.
Come, let's away; and when the marriage ends,
Have at the rebels, and their 'complices!
Enter LANCASTER, YOUNG MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, and KENT.
Kent. My lords, of love to this our native land
I come to join with you and leave the king;
1 Scene: the neighbourhood of Tynemouth.
And in your quarrel and the realm's behoof
Lan. I fear me, you are sent of policy,
War. He is your brother, therefore have we cause To cast1 the worst, and doubt of your revolt.
Kent. Mine honour shall be hostage of my truth: If that will not suffice, farewell, my lords.
Y. Mor. Stay, Edmund; never was Plantagenet False of his word, and therefore trust we thee.
Pem. But what's the reason you should leave him
Kent. I have informed the Earl of Lancaster.
Lan. And it sufficeth. Now, my lords, know this,
That Gaveston is secretly arrived,
And here in Tynemouth frolics with the king.
Y. Mor. I'll give the onset.
War. And I'll follow thee.
Y. Mor. This tottered 2 ensign of my ancestors,
3 In all Latin deeds the Mortimers are called 'de Mortuo mari.'” Cunningham.
Lan. None be so hardy as [to] touch the king; But neither spare you Gaveston nor his friends. [Exeunt.
Enter the KING and YOUNG SPENCER.
Edw. O tell me, Spencer, where is Gaveston?
Edw. No, here he comes; now let them spoil and
Enter QUEEN, King's Niece, GAVESTON, and Nobles.
Fly, fly, my lords, the earls have got the hold;
Gav. O stay, my lord, they will not injure you.
Edw. I will not trust them; Gaveston, away!
Edw. Lady, farewell.
Lady. Farewell, sweet uncle, till we meet again.
Edw. Farewell, sweet Gaveston; and farewell, niece.
[Exeunt all but ISABEL.
Queen. Heaven can witness I love none but you :
1 Scene: the interior of Tynemouth Castle.
Or that these tears, that drizzle from mine eyes,
That when I had him we might never part.
Enter the Barons. Alarums.
Lan. I wonder how he scaped !
Y. Mor. Who's this, the queen ?
Queen. I, Mortimer, the miserable queen,
Y. Mor. Cease to lament, and tell us where's the king? Queen. What would you with the king? is't him you
Lan. No, madam, but that cursèd Gaveston.
Far be it from the thought of Lancaster
We would but rid the realm of Gaveston:
War. Foreslow1 no time, sweet Lancaster, let's march. Y. Mor. How comes it that the king and he is
1 Delay. The word occurs in 3 Henry VI. ii. 3, 1. 56; Arden of Feversham, &c.
Queen. That thus your army, going several ways,
Be easily suppressed; therefore 2 be gone.
Y. Mor. Here in the river rides a Flemish hoy;
Let's all aboard, and follow him amain.
Lan. The wind that bears him hence will fill our sails: Come, come aboard, 'tis but an hour's sailing.
Y. Mor. Madam, stay you within this castle here.
Y. Mor. Madam, I cannot stay to answer you, But think of Mortimer as he deserves. [Exeunt Barons. Queen. So well hast thou deserved, sweet Mortimer, As Isabel could live with thee for ever. In vain I look for love at Edward's hand, Whose eyes are fixed on none but Gaveston : Yet once more I'll importune him with prayer, If he be strange and not regard my words, My son and I will over into France, And to the king my brother there complain, How Gaveston hath robbed me of his love: But yet I hope my sorrows will have end, And Gaveston this blessed day be slain.
1 Old eds. "this."
3 So ed. 1622.-Eds. 1598, 1612, "and therefore."