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Edw. The fitter art thou, Baldock, for my turn.
Bald. I humbly thank your majesty.
Gav. I, my lord ;
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 !
[Exeunt omnes. SCENE III. Enter 1 LANCASTER, YOUNG MORTIMER, WARWICK,
PEMBROKE, and KENT.
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
now? Kent. I have informed the Earl of Lancaster.
Lan. And it sufficeth. Now, my lords, know this,
Y. Mor. I'll give the onset.
Y. Mor. This tottered ? ensign of my ancestors,
2 Tattered. 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 l the King and YOUNG SPENCER. Edw. O tell me, Spencer, where is Gaveston ? Spen. I fear me, he is slain, my gracious lord. Edw. No, here he comes; now let them spoil and
Enter QUEEN, King's Niece, GAVESTON, and Nobles.
Gav. O stay, my lord, they will not injure you.
[Exeunt all but ISABEL.
1 Scene : the interior of Tynemouth Castle.
Or that these tears, that drizzle from mine eyes,
Enter the Barons. Alarums.
Queen. I, Mortimer, the miserable queen,
Y. Mor. Cease to lament, and tell us where's the king?
Queen. He's gone by water unto Scarborough ;
War. Foreslowl no time, sweet Lancaster, let's march.
1 Delay. The word occurs in 3 Henry VI. Ü. 3, 1. 56; Arden of Feversham, &c.
Queen. That thus your army, going several ways,
Y. Mor. Here in the river rides a Flemish hoy;
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.
Queen. You know the king is so suspicious,
Y. Mor. Madam, I cannot stay to answer you,
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,
i Old eds. "this."