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Arun. Yea, my good lord, for Gaveston is dead.
Arun. Neither, my lord; for as he was surprised,
Edw. And tell me, would the rebels deny me that?
Y. Spen. Proud recreants!
Edw. Yea, Spencer, traitors all.
Arun. I found them at the first inexorable;
The Earl of Warwick would not bide the hearing,
I will this undertake, to have him hence,
Edw. Well, and how fortunes [it] that he came not?
And bare him to his death; and in a trench
Edw. By earth, the common mother of us all,
Y. Spen. My Lord, here is 1
Desires access unto your majesty.
a messenger from the
Enter the Herald from the Barons, with his coat of
Her. Long live King Edward, England's lawful lord! Edw. So wish not they, I wis, that sent thee hither. Thou com'st from Mortimer and his complices, A ranker rout 2 of rebels never was.
Well, say thy message.
Her. The barons up in arms, by me salute
And have old servitors in high esteem,
1 Ed. 1598 "heres is."— Ed. 1612, 1622, “heres."
2 So ed. 1622.-Eds. 1598, 1612, “roote.”
3 So ed. 1612.-Ed. 1598 "leave."
This granted, they, their honours, and their lives,
Y. Spen. Ah, traitors! will they still display their pride?
Edw. Away, tarry no answer, but be gone!
[Embraces SPENCER. Spencer from me.-Now get thee to thy lords, And tell them I will come to chastise them For murdering Gaveston; hie thee, get thee gone! Edward with fire and sword follows at thy heels. My lord[s], perceive you how these rebels swell? Soldiers, good hearts, defend your sovereign's right, For now, even now, we march to make them stoop. Away! [Exeunt. Alarums, excursions, a great fight, and a retreat.
Enter the KING, OLD SPENCER, YOUNG SPENCER, and the Noblemen of the KING's side.
Edw. Why do we sound retreat? upon them, lords! This day I shall pour vengeance with my sword On those proud rebels that are up in arms, And do confront and countermand their king.
Y. Spen. I doubt it not, my lord, right will prevail. O. Spen. 'Tis not amiss, my liege, for either part To breathe awhile; our men, with sweat and dust
All choked well near, begin to faint for heat;
Enter YOUNG MORTIMER, LANCASTER, WARWICK,
E. Mor. Look, Lancaster, yonder is Edward Among his flatterers.
Lan. And there let him be
Till he pay dearly for their company.
War. And shall, or Warwick's sword shall smite in
Edw. What, rebels, do you shrink and sound retreat? Y. Mor. No, Edward, no, thy flatterers faint and fly. Lan. They'd best betimes forsake thee, and their trains,1
For they'll betray thee, traitors as they are.
Y. Spen. Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster! Pem. Away, base upstart, bravest thou nobles thus ? 20 O. Spen. A noble attempt, and honourable deed, Is it not, trow ye, to assemble aid,
And levy arms against your lawful king!
Edw. For which ere long their heads shall satisfy, To appease the wrath of their offended king.
Y. Mor. Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last, And rather bathe thy sword in subjects' blood, Than banish that pernicious company?
Edw. I, traitors all, rather than thus be braved,
2 So ed. 1612.-Ed. 1589 "It is."