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ACT THE THIRD.
Enter GAVESTON mourning, JAMES, and the EARL of PEMBROKE'S men.
Gav. O treacherous Warwick! thus to wrong thy
James. I see it is your life these arms pursue.
Gav. Weaponless must I fall, and die in bands?
O! must this day be period of my life?
Centre of all my bliss! An ye be men,
Enter WARWICK and his company.
War. My lord of Pembroke's men,
Strive you no longer-I will have that Gaveston.
War. No, James, it is my country's cause I follow.
Go, take the villain; soldiers, come away.
1 Scene: the open country (near Warwick ?).
My friend, and tell him that I watched it well.
Gav. Treacherous earl, shall I not see the king? War. The king of Heaven perhaps, no other king. Away! [Exeunt WARWICK and his Men with GAveston. James. Come, fellows, it booted not for us to strive, We will in haste go certify our lord.
Enter2 KING EDWARD and YOUNG SPENCER, BALDOCK, and Nobles of the king's side, with drums and fifes.
Edw. I long to hear an answer from the barons
My lovely Pierce of Gaveston again!
Y. Spen. Were I King Edward, England's sovereign, 10 Son to the lovely Eleanor of Spain,
Great Edward Longshanks' issue, would I bear
1 The meaning is surely "ghost, spirit," not, as Mr. Fleay interprets,
2 Scene: neighbourhood of Borrowbridge.
3 Braggard challenges.
In mine own realm? My lord, pardon my speech,
Did you regard the honour of your name,
You would not suffer thus your majesty
Be counterbuft of your nobility.
Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles ! 20
No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest,
As by their preachments they will profit much,
And learn obedience to their lawful king.
Edw. Yea, gentle Spencer, we have been too mild, Too kind to them; but now have drawn our sword, And if they send me not my Gaveston,
We'll steel it on their crest, and poll their tops.
Bald. This haught1 resolve becomes your majesty
As though your highness were a schoolboy still,
Enter HUGH SPENCER, father to the YOUNG SPENCER, with his truncheon and Soldiers.
O. Spen. Long live my sovereign, the noble EdwardIn peace triumphant, fortunate in wars!
Edw. Welcome, old man, com'st thou in Edward's aid? Then tell thy 2 prince of whence, and what thou art.
O. Spen. Lo, with a band of bowmen and of pikes, Brown bills and targeteers, four hundred strong, Sworn to defend King Edward's royal right,
I come in person to your majesty,
1 Fr. haut.
2 Old eds. "the."
Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there,
Bound to your highness everlastingly,
For favour done, in him, unto us all.
Edw. Thy father, Spencer?
Y. Spen. True, an it like your grace,
That pours, in lieu of all your goodness shown,
Edw. Welcome ten thousand times, old man, again.
Because we hear Lord Bruce doth sell his land,
Soldiers, a largess, and thrice welcome all!
Y. Spen. My lord, here comes the queen.
Enter the QUEEN and her Son, and LEVUNE, a Frenchman.
Edw. Madam, what news?
Queen. News of dishonour, lord, and discontent.
Our friend Levune, faithful and full of trust,
Informeth us, by letters and by words,
That Lord Valois our brother, King of France,
1 So ed. 1612.-Ed. 1598 "come."
Hath seized Normandy into his hands.
Edw. Welcome, Levune.
Tush, Sib, if this be all,
Valois and I will soon be friends again.
But to my Gaveston; shall I never see,
Never behold thee now? 1-Madam, in this matter,
We will employ you and your little son;
You shall go parley with the King of France.
Boy, see you bear you bravely to the king,
And do your message with a majesty.
Prince. Commit not to my youth things of more weight Than fits a prince so young as I to bear,
And fear not, lord and father, heaven's great beams
Than shall your charge committed to my trust.
Queen. Ah, boy! this towardness makes thy mother fear
Thou art not marked to many days on earth.
Edw. Madam, we will that you with speed be shipped,
And this our son; Levune shall follow you
With all the haste we can despatch him hence.
And go in peace, leave us in wars at home.
Queen. Unnatural wars, where subjects brave their king; God end them once! My lord, I take my leave,
To make my preparation for France.
[Exit with Prince.
Edw. What, Lord Arundel, dost thou come alone?
1 Cunningham and Mr. Fleay silently print "more."