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Yet not so much as me; I love him more
Then he can Gaueston; would he loved me
But half so much, then were I treble-blest !

Enter KING EDWARD, mourning.
Edw. He's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn.
Did never sorrow go so near my heart,

As doth the want of my sweet Gaueston!
And could my crown's revenue bring him back,
I'ld freely give it to his enemies,
And think I gain'd, ha'ing bought so dear a friend.

Queen. Hark! how he harps upon his miniön. 310

Edw. My heart is as an anvil unto sorrow,
Which beats upon it like the Cyclops' hammers,
And with the noise turns up my giddy brain,
And makes me frantic for my Gaueston.
Ah! had some bloodless fury rose from hell,

315 And with my kingly sceptre struck me dead, When I was forced to leave my Gaueston!

Lan. Diablo! what passions call you these?
Queen. My gracious lord, I come to bring you news.
Edw. That you have parlèd with your Mortimer? 320
Queen. That Gaueston, my lord, shall be repeald.
Edw. Repeal'd! the news is too sweet to be true.
Queen. But will you love me, if you find it so?
Edw. If it be so, what will not Edward do?
Queen. For Gaueston, but not for Isabel.

Edw. For thee, fair queen, if thou lov'st Gaueston,
I'll hang a golden tongue about thy neck,
Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good success.

Queen. No other jewels hang about my neck Than these, my lord; nor let me have more wealth 330 Than I may fetch from this rich treasury! O how a kiss revives poor Isabel!

Edw. Once more receive my hand; and let this be A second marriage 'twixt thyself and me.

Queen. And may it prove more happy than the first! 335 My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair, That wait attendance for a gracious look, And on their knees salute your majesty.

Edw. Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy king; And, as gross vapours perish by the sun,

340 E'en so let hatred with thy sovereign's smile. Live thou with me as my companion.

Lan. This salutation overjoys my heart.

Edw. Warwick shall be my chiefest counsellor : These silver hairs will more adorn my court

345 Than gaudy silks, or rich embroidery. Chide me, sweet Warwick, if I go astray.

War. Slay me, my lord, when I offend your grace.

Edw. In solemn triumphs, and in public shows, Pembroke shall bear the sword before the king.

350 Pem. And with this sword Penbroke will fight for you.

Edw. But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside ?
Be thou commander of our royal fleet;
Or if that lofty office like thee not,
I make thee here Lord Marshal of the realm.

355 Y. Mor. My lord, I'll marshal so your enemies, As England shall be quiet, and you safe.

Edw. And as for you, Lord Mortimer of Chirke, Whose great achievements in our foreign war Deserve no common place, nor mean reward;

360 Be you the general of the levied troops, That now are ready to assail the Scots.

E. Mor. In this your grace hath highly honour'd me, For with my nature war doth best agree.

Queen. Now is the King of England rich and strong, 365 Having the love of his renowned peers.

Edw. Ay, Isabel, ne'er was my heart so light.
Clerk of the crown, direct our warrant forth
For Gaueston to Ireland :
Enter BEAUMONT with warrant.

Beaumont, fly,
As fast as Iris, or Jove's Mercury.

370 Bea. It shall be done, my gracious lord.

Edw. Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your charge.
Now let us in, and feast it royally.
Against our friend the Earl of Cornwall comes,
We'll have a general tilt and tournament;

And then his marriage shall be solemnised.
For wot you not that I have made him sure
Unto our cousin, th’ Earl of Gloster's heir ?

Lan. Such news we hear, my lord.

Edw. That day, if not for him, yet for my sake, 380 Who in the triumph will be challenger, Spare for no cost; we will requite your love.

War. In this, or aught your highness shall command us. Edw. Thanks, gentle Warwick: come, let's in and revel.

[Exeunt. Manent the MORTIMERS.


E. Mor. Nephew, I must to Scotland ; thou stay'st here. 385 Leave now toppose thyself against the king. Thou seest by nature he is mild and calm, And, seeing his mind so dotes on Gaueston, Let him without controlment have his will. The mightiest kings have had their miniöns:

390 Great Alexander loved Hephestion; The conquering Hercules for Hylas wept; And for Patroclus stern Achilles droopt. And not kings only, but the wisest men: The Roman Tully loved Octavius;

395 Grave Socrates wild Alcibiades. Then let his grace, whose youth is flexible, And promiseth as much as we can wish, Freely enjoy that vain, light-headed earl; For riper years will wean him from such toys.

400 Y. Mor. Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me; But this I scorn, that one so basely born Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the realm. While soldiers mutiny for want of pay,

405 He wears a lord's revenue on his back, And Midas-like, he jets it in the court, With base outlandish cullions at his heels, Whose proud fantastic liveries make such show, As if that Proteus, god of shapes, appear’d.

410 I have not seen a dapper Jack so brisk; He wears a short Italian hooded cloak, Larded with pearl, and, in his Tuscan cap, A jewel of more value than the crown. Whiles other walk below, the king and he

415 From out a window laugh at such as we, And flout our train, and jest at our attire. Uncle, 'tis this that makes me impatiënt. E. Mor. But, nephew, now you see the king is changed.

Y. Mor. Then so am I, and live to do him service: 420 But whiles I have a sword, a hand, a heart, I will not yield to any such upstárt. You know my mind; come, uncle, let's away. [Exeunt.



SCENE I.-Hall in GLOSTER'S Mansion. 1309.

Bald. Spencer,
Seeing that our lord th’ Earl of Gloster's dead,
Which of the nobles dost thou mean to serve ?

Y. Spen. Not Mortimer, nor any of his side ;
Because the king and he are enemies.

5 Baldock, learn this of me, a factious lord Shall hardly do himself good, much less us ; But he that hath the favour of a king, May with one word advance us while we live : The liberal Earl of Cornwall is the man On whose good fortune Spencer's hope depends.

Bald. What, mean you then to be his follower ?

Y. Spen. No, his companion ; for he loves me well, And would have once prefer'd me to the king.

Bald. But he is banisht ; there's small hope of him. 15

Y. Spen. Ay, for a while ; but, Baldock, mark the end.
A friend of mine told me in secrecy
That he's repeald, and sent for back again;
And even now a post came from the court
With letters to our lady from the king;
And as she read she smiled, which makes me think
It is about her lover Gaueston.

Bald. 'Tis like enough ; for since he was exiled
She neither walks abroad, nor comes in sight.
But I had thought the match had been broke off,

25 And that his banishment had changed her mind.

Y. Spen. Our lady's first love is not wavering; My life for thine she will have Gaueston.

Bald. Then hope I by her means to be preferid, Ha'ing read unto her since she was a child.

Y. Spen. Then, Baldock, you must cast the scholar off, And learn to court it like a gentleman. 'Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet caped cloak, faced before with serge, And smelling to a nosegay all the day,

35 Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a nobleman, Or looking downward with your eyelids close,



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And saying, “ Truly, an't may please your honour,” 40
Can get you any favour with great men :
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute,
And now and then stab, as occasion serves.

Bald. Spencer, thou know'st I hate such formal toys,
And use them but of mere hypocrisy.

45 Mine old lord whiles he lived was so precise, That he would take exceptions at my buttons, And being like pins' heads, blame me for the bigness ; Which made me curate-like in mine attire, Though inwardly licentiöus enough,

50 And apt for any kind of villainy. I am none of these common pedants, I, That cannot speak without propterea quod.

Y. Spen. But one of those that saith, quandoquidem, And hath a special gift to form a verb.

55 Bald. Leave off this jesting, here my lady comes

Enter the LADY, the KING's niece.
Lady. The grief for his exíle was not so much
As is the joy of his returning home.
This letter came from my sweet Gaueston :
What need'st thou, love, thus to excuse thyself?
I know thou couldst not come and visit me:
I will not long be from thee, though I die.

This argues the entire love of my lord;
When I forsake thee, death seize on my heart: [Reads.
But stay thee here where Gaueston shall sleep.

65 Now to the letter of my lord the king.– He wills me to repair unto the court, And meet my Gaueston: why do I stay, Seeing that he talks thus of my marriage-day? Who's there? Baldock?

70 See that my coach be ready, I must hence. Bald. It shall be done, madam.

[Exii. Lady. And meet me at the park-pale presently. Spencer, stay you and bear me company, For I have joyful news to tell thee of;

75 My lord of Cornwall is a coming over, And will be at the court as soon as we.

Spen. I knew the king would have him home again.

Lady. If all things sort out, as I hope they will, Thy service, Spencer, shall be thought upon.

80 Śpen. I humbly thank your ladyship. Lady. Come, lead the way; I long till I am there. [Exeunt.


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