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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

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

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.


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

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


* Gaveston, in the old editions.

Now let the treach'rous Mortimers conspire,
And that high-minded earl of Lancaster:
I have my wish, in that I 'joy thy sight;
And sooner shall the sea o'erwhelm my land,
Than bear the ship that shall transport thee hence.
I here create thee lord high-chamberlain,
Chief secretary to the state and me,
Earl of Cornwall, king and lord of Man.
Gav. My lord, these titles far exceed my

Kent. Brother, the least of these may well suffice
For one of greater birth than Gaveston.
Edw. Cease, brother; for I cannot brook these

Thy worth, sweet friend, is far above my gifts,
Therefore, to equal it, receive my heart;
If for these dignities thou be envied,
I'll give thee more; for, but to honour thee,
Is Edward pleas'd with kingly regiment.
Fear'st thou thy person ? thou shalt have a guard.
Want'st thou gold ? go to my treasury.
Wouldst thou be lov'd and fear'd ? receive my seal,
Save or condemn, and in our name command
What so thy mind affects, or fancy likes.

Gar. It shall suffice me to enjoy your love,
Which whiles I have, I think myself as great
As Cæsar riding in the Roman street,
With captive kings at his triumphant car.

Enter the Bishop of Coventry.
Edw. Whither goes my lord of Coventry so fast?
Bish. To celebrate your father's exequies.

But is that wicked Gaveston return'd?

Edw. Aye, priest, and lives to be reveng'd on thee, That wert the only cause of his exile.

Gav. 'Tis true; and but for reverence of these robes, Thou shouldst not plod one foot beyond this place.

Bish. I did no more than I was bound to do ;
And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaim'd,
As then I did incense the parliament,
So will I now, and thou shalt back to France.

Gav. Saving your reverence, you must pardon me.

Edw. Throw off his golden mitre, rend his stole, And in the channel christen him anew.

Kent. Ah, brother, lay not violent hands on him, For he'll complain unto the see of Rome.

Gav. Let him complain unto the see of hell, I'll be reveng'd on him for my exile.

Edw. No, spare his life, but seize upon his goods : Be thou lord bishop, and receive his rents, And make him serve thee as thy chaplain : I give him theem here, use him as thou wilt.

Gav. He shall to prison, and there die in bolts. Edw. Aye, to the Tower, the Fleet, or where thou

wilt. Bish. For this offence, be thou accurst of God! Edw. Who's there? Convey this priest to the

tower. Bish. Do, do.

Edw. But, in the mean time, Gaveston, away, And take possession of his house and goods. Come, follow me, and thou shalt have my guard

To see it done, and bring thee safe again.

Gav. What should a priest do with so fair a house? A prison may best beseem his holiness. [Ereunt.

Enter both the MortimeRS, WARWICK and

War. 'Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower,
And goods and body given to Gaveston.

Lan. What! will they tyrannize upon the church ?
Ah, wicked king! accursed Gaveston!
This ground, which is corrupted with their steps,
Shall be their timeless sepulchre, or mine.

Y. Mor. Well, let that peevish Frenchman guard

him sure ;

Unless his breast be sword-proof, he shall die.
E. Mor. How now, why droops the earl of Lan-

Y. Mor. Wherefore is Guy of Warwick discontent?
Lan. That villain Gaveston is made an earl.
E. Mor. An earl !
WAR. Aye, and besides lord chamberlain of the

realm, And secretary too, and lord of Man.

E. Mor. We may not, nor we will not suffer this.
Y. Mor: Why post we not from hence to levy men?

Lan. My lord of Cornwall now at every word !
And happy is the man whom he vouchsafes,
For vailing of his bonnet, one good look.
Thus, arm in arm, the king and he doth march:

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