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But how now,

As for the multitude, they are but sparks,
Rak'd up in embers of their poverty ;-
Tanti; I'll fawn first on the wind
That glanceth at my lips, and flieth away.

what are these?

Enter three poor Men. Men. Such as desire your worship's service. Gav. What canst thou do? 1 Man. I can ride. Gav. But I have no horse. What art thou ? 2 Man. A traveller.

Gav, Let me see-thou wouldst do well To wait at my trencher, and tell me lies at dinner.

time; And as I like your discoursing, I'll have you. And what art thou ? 3 Man. A soldier, that hath serv'd against the

Scot. Gav. Why there are hospitals for such as you; I have no war, and therefore, sir, be gone.

3 Man. Farewell, and perish by a soldier's hand, That would'st reward them with an hospital.

Gav. Aye, aye, these words of his move me as much As if a goose would play the porcupine, And dart her plumes, thinking to pierce my breast. But yet it is no pain to speak men fair; I'll flatter these, and make them live in hope. Aside You know that I came lately out of France, And yet I have not view'd my lord the king; If I speed well, I'll entertain you all.

OMNEs. We thank your worship.
Gav. I have some business. Leave me to myself.
OMNEs. We will wait here about the court.

[Exeunt.
Gav. Do; these are not men for me;
I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits,
Musicians, that with touching of a string
May draw the pliant king which way I please.
Music and poetry are his delight;
Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night,
Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows;
And in the day, when he shall walk abroad,
Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad;
My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,
Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay.
Sometimes a lovely boy in Dian's shape,
With hair that gilds the water as it glides,
Crownets of pearl about his naked arms,
And in his sportful hands an olive-tree,
To hide those parts which men delight to see,
Shall bathe him in a spring; and there hard by,
One like Acteon peeping through the grove,
Shall by the angry goddess be transform'd,
And running in the likeness of an hart,
By yelping hounds puli'd down, shall seem to die ;-
Such things as these best please his majesty.
By'r lord! here comes the king, and the nobles,

• In the old editions of this play we read, My lord here comes, &c. This reading is evidently incorrect, and we have, therefore, ventured on the above emendation.

From the parliament. I'll stand aside.
Enter the King, LANCASTER, MORTIMER, senior,

MORTIMER, junior, EDMUND EARL of Kent,
GUY EARL of WARWICK, &c.
Edw. Lancaster!
Lan. My lord.
Gav. That earl of Lancaster do I abhor. (Aside.
Edw. Will you not grant me this? In spite of

them
I'll have my will; and these two Mortimers,
That cross me thus, shall know I am displeas'd.

E. Mor. If you love us, my lord, hate Gaveston. Gay. That villain Mortimer, I'll be his death !

(Aside. Y. Mor. Mine uncle here, this earl, and I myself, Were sworn unto your father at his death, That he should ne'er return into the realm : And know, my lord, e'er I will break my oath, This sword of mine, that should offend your foes, Shall sleep within the scabbard at thy need, And underneath thy banners march who will, For Mortimer will hang his armour up. Gav, Mort dieu !

[Aside. Edw. Well, Mortimer, I'll make thee rue these

words.
Beseems it thee to contradict thy king ?
Frown'st thou thereat, aspiring Lancaster ?
The sword shall plane the furrows of thy brows,
And hew these knees that now are grown so stiff.
I will have Gaveston; and you

shall know

What danger 'tis to stand against your king.
Gav. Well done, Ned!

(A side.
Lan. My lord, why do you thus incense your peers,
That naturally would love and honour you
But for that base and obscure Gaveston ?
Four earldoms have I, besides Lancaster-
Derby, Salisbury, Lincoln, Leicester,
These will I sell, to give my soldiers pay,
Ere Gaveston shall stay within the realm;
Therefore, if he be come, expel him straight.
Edw. Barons and earls, your pride hath made me

mute;
But now I'll speak, and to the proof, I hope.
I do remember, in my father's days,
Lord Piercy of the North, being highly mov'd,
Brav'd Mowbery in presence of the king;
For which, had not his highness lov'd him well,
He should have lost his head; but with his look
Th' undaunted spirit of Piercy was appeas'd,
And Mowbery and he were reconcil'd.
Yet dare you brave the king unto his face;
Brother, revenge it, and let these their heads,
Preach upon poles, for trespass of their tongues.

War. Oh, our heads!
Edw. Aye, yours; aud therefore I would wish you

grant.
WAR. Bridle thy anger, gentle Mortimer.

Y. Mor. I cannot, nor I will not; I must speak. Cousin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads, And strike off his that makes you threaten us.

you

Come, uncle, let us leave the brainsick king,
And henceforth parley with our naked swords.
E, MOR. Wiltshire hath men enough to save our

heads. War. All Warwickshire will love him for my sake.

Lan. And northward Lancaster* hath many friends. Adieu, my lord and either change your mind, Or look to see the throne, where should sit, To float in blood; and at thy wanton head, The glozing head of thy base minion thrown.

(Eseunt Nobles. Edw. I cannot brook these haughty menaces : Am I a king, and must be over-rul'd ? Brother, display my ensigns in the fields ; I'll bandy with the barons and the earls, And either die or live with Gaveston.

Gav. I can no longer keep me from my lord:
Edw. What, Gaveston! welcome-Kiss not my

hand
Embrace me, Gaveston, as I do thee.
Why shouldst thou kneel ?
Know'st thou not who I am ?
Thy friend, thyself, another Gaveston !
Not Hilas was more mourn'd of Hercules,
Than thou hast been of me since thy exile.

Gav. And since I went from hence, no soul in hell
Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston.
Edw. I know it— Brother, welcome home my

friend.

* Gaveston, in the old editions.

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