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SCENE II.-Before Tynemouth Castle. 1309-14. Enter EDWARD, the QUEEN, LANCASTER, YOUNG MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, KENT, and Attendants.

Edw. The wind is good, I wonder why he stays;
I fear me he is wrackt upon the sea.

Queen. Look, Lancaster, how passionate he is,
And still his mind runs on his minion !
Lan. My lord.

5 Edw. How now! what news? is Gaueston arrived ?

Y. Mor. Nothing but Gaueston! what means your grace?
You've matters of more weight to think upon;
The King of France sets foot in Normandy.

Edw. A trifle! we'll expel him when we please.
But tell me, Mortimer, what's thy device
Against the stately triumph we decreed?

Y. Mor. A homely onē, my lord;
Not worth the telling.
Edw. Pray thee let me know it.

Y. Mor. But, seeing you're so desirous, thus it is :
A lofty cedar-tree, fair flourishing,
On whose top branches kingly eagles perch,
And by the bark a canker creeps me up,
And gets into the highest bough of all :
The motto, Æque tandem.

Edw. And what is yours, my lord of Lancaster?

Lan. My lord, mine's more obscure than Mortimer's.
Pliny reports there is [a] flying fish
Which all the other fishes deadly hate,
And therefore, being pursued, it takes the air :

No sooner is it up, but there's a fowl
That seizeth it: this fish, my lord, I bear,
The motto this: Undique mors est.

Kent. Proud Mortimer ! ungentle Lancaster ! Is this the love you bear your sovereign ?

30 Is this the fruit your reconcilement bears? Can you in words make show of amity, And in your shields display your rancorous minds ! What call you this but private libelling Against the Earl of Cornwall and my brother ?

35 Queen. Sweet husband, be content, they all love you.

Edw. They love me not that hate my Gaueston.
I am that cedar, shake me not too much;
And you the eagles; soar ye ne'er so high,



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40 And Æque tandem shall that canker cry Unto the proudest peer of Britainy. Though thou compar’st him to a flying fish, And threatnest death whether he rise or fall, 'Tis not the hugest monster of the sea,

45 Nor foulest harpy that shall swallow him.

Y. Mor. If in his absence thus he favours him,
What will he do whenas he shall be present ?
Lan. That shall we see; look where his lordship comes.

Edw. My Gaueston.

50 Welcome to Tynemouth! welcome to thy friend ! Thy absence made me droop and pine away; For, as the lovers of fair Danae, When she was lockt up in a brazen tower, Desired her more, and waxt outrageous,

55 So did it fare with me: and now thy sight Is sweeter far than was thy parting hence Bitter and irksome to my sobbing heart.

Gau. Sweet lord and king, your speech preventeth mine, Yet have I words left to express my joy:

The shepherd nipt with biting winter's rage
Frolics not more to see the painted spring,
Than I do to behold your majesty.

Edw. Will none of you salute my Gaueston ?
Lan. Salute him? yes; welcome, Lord Chamberlain! 65
Y. Mor. Welcome is the good Earl of Cornwall !
War. Welcome, Lord Go'ernor of the Isle of Man !
Pem. Welcome, Mas. Sec'try!
Kent. Brother, do you hear them?
Edw. Still will these earls and barons use me thus.
Gau. My lord, I cannot brook these injuries.
Queen. Ay me, poor soul, when these begin to jar !

Aside. Edw. Return it to their throats, I'll be thy warrant.

Gau. Base, leaden earls, that glory in your birth,
Go sit at home and eat your tenants' beef;
And come not here to scoff at Gaueston,
Whose mounting thoughts did never creep so low
As to bestow a look on such as you.

Lan. Yet I disdain not to do this for you. [Draws.
Edw. Treason ! treason! where's the traitor ?
Pem. Here! here ! king.



[Edw.] Convey hence Gaueston; they'll murder him. 80 Gau. The life of thee shall salve this foul disgrace. Y. Mor. Villain ! thy life, unless I miss mine aim.

[Offers to stab him. Queen. Ah ! furious Mortimer, what hast thou done? Y. Mor. No more than I would answer, were he slain.

[Exit GAUESTON, with Attendants. Edw. Yes, more than thou canst answer, though he live; Dear shall you both abide this riotous deed.

86 Out of my presence ! come not near the court.

Y. Mor. I'll not be bar'd the court for Gaueston.
Lan. We'll hale him by the ears unto the block.
Edw. Look to your own heads; his is sure enough. 90
War. Look to your own crown, if you back him thus.
Kent. Warwick, these words do ill beseem thy years.

Edw. Nay, all of them conspire to cross me thus;
But if I live, I'll tread upon their heads
That think with high looks thus to tread me down. 95
Come, Edmund, let's away and levy men,
'Tis war that must abate these barons' pride.

[Exeunt the KING, QUEEN, and KENT.
War. Lets to our castles, for the king is moved.
Y. Mor. Moved may he be, and perish in his wrath !
Lan. Cousin, it is no dealing with him now,
He means to make us stoop by force of arms;
And therefore let us jointly here protest,
To prosecute that Gauston to the death.

Y. Mor. By heaven, the abject villain shall not live!
War. I'll have his blood, or die in seeking it.

105 Pem. The like oath Pembroke takes.

Lan. And so doth Lancaster.
Now send our heralds to defy the king;
And make the people swear to put him down.

Enter Messenger.
Y. Mor. Letters ! from whence ?
Mess. From Scotland, my lord.

[Giving letters to MORTIMER. Lan. Why, how now, cousin, how fares all our friends ? 110 Y. Mor. My uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots. Lan. We'll have him ransom'd, man; be of good cheer. Y. Mor. They rate his ransom at five thousand pound. Who should defray the money but the king, Seeing he is taken prisoner in his wars?

115 I'll to the king.

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Lan. Do, cousin, and I'll bear thee company.
War. Meantime, my lord of Pembroke and myself
Will to Newcastle here, and gather head.

Y. Mor. About it then, and we will follow you.
Lan, Be resolute and full of secrecy.
War. I warrant you.

(Exit with PEMBROKE.
Y. Mor. Cousin, and if he will not ransom him,
I'll thunder such a peal into his ears,
As never subject did unto his king.
Lan. Content, I'll bear my part.-Holloa ! who's there. 125

[Guard appears. Enter Guard. Y. Mor. Ay, marry, such a guard as this doth well. Lan. Lead on the way. Guard. Whi'er will your lordships ? Y. Mor. Whi'er else but to th' king. Guard. His highness is disposed to be alone. Lan. Why, so he may, but we will speak to him. 130 Guard. You may not in, m’ lord. Y. Mor. May we not?

Enter EDWARD and KENT. Edw. How now ! What noise is this? Who have we there, is't you? [Going:

Y. Mor. Nay, stay, my lord, I come to bring you news; Mine uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots. Edw. Then ransom him.

135 Lan. It was in your wars; you should ransom him. Y. Mor. And you shall ransom him, or else--Kent. What! Mortimer, you will not threaten him? Edw. Quiet yourself, you shall have the broad seal, To gather for him thoroughout the realm.

140 Lan. Your minion Gaueston hath taught you this.

Y. Mor. My lord, the family of the Mortimers
Are not so poor, but, would they sell their land,
Would levy men enough to anger you.
We never beg, but use such prayers as these.

Edw. Shall I still be haunted thus ?
Y. Mor. Nay, now you're here alone, I'll speak my mind.
Lan. And so will I, and then, my lord, farewell.

Y. Mor. The idle triumphs, masks, lascivious shows, And prodigal gifts bestow'd on Gaueston,

150 Have drawn thy treasure dry, and made thee weak; 'The murmuring commons, overstretched, break.


Lan. Look for rebellion, look to be deposed;
Thy garrisons are beaten out of France,
And, lame and poor, lie groaning at the gates.
The wild Oneyl with swarms of Irish kerns,
Lives uncontrold within the English pale.
Unto the walls of York the Scots make road,
And unresisted drive away rich spoils.

Y. Mor. The haughty Dane commands the narrow seas, While in the harbour ride thy ships unrig'd.

161 Lan. What foreign prince sends thee ambassadors ? Y. Mor. Who loves thee, but a sort of flatterers ?

Lan. Thy gentle queen, sole sister to. Valois, Complains that thou hast left her all forlorn.

165 Y. Mor. Thy court is naked, being berest of those That makes a king seem glorious to the world; I mean the peers, whom thou should'st dearly love: Libels are cast again thee in the street: Ballads and rhymes made of thy overthrow.

170 Lan. The Northern borderers seeing their houses burnt, Their wives and children slain, run up and down, Cursing the name of thee and Gaueston.

Y. Mor. When wert thou in the field with banner spread ? But once: and then thy soldiers marcht like players, 175 With garish robes, not armour; and thyself, Bedaub'd with gold, rode laughing at the rest, Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest, Where women's favours hung like labels down.

Lan. And thereof came it, that the fleering Scots, 180 To England's high disgrace, have made this jig;

Maids of England, sore may you mourn,
For your lemans you've lost at Bannocksbourn,

With a heave and a ho.
What weeneth the King of England,

185 So soon to have won Scotland,

With a rombelow? Y. Mor. Wigmore shall fly, to set my uncle free. Lan. And when ’tis gone, our swords shall purchase more. If ye be moved, revenge it as you can ;

190 Look next to see us with our ensigns spread.

[Exeunt Nobiles. Edw. My swelling heart for very anger breaks ! How oft have I been baited by these peers, And dare not be revenged, their power is great ! Yet, shall the crowing of these cockerels


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