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Affright a lion ? Edward, unfold thy paws,
Kent. My lord, I see your love to Gaueston
Edw. Art thou an enemy to my Gaueston ?
Kent. No marvel though thou scorn thy noble peers,
[Exit. 210 Edw. Away! Poor Gaueston, that has no friend but me! Do what they can, we'll live in Tynemouth here, And, so I walk with him about the walls, What care I though the earls begirt us round ?
215 Here comes she that is cause of all these jars. Enter the QUEEN, with the LADY (the KING's niece), two
Ladies, GAUESTON, BALDOCK, and YOUNG SPENCER. Queen. My lord, 'tis thought the earls are up in arms. Edw. Ay, and 'tis likewise thought you favour them. Queen. Thus do you still suspect me without cause? Lady. Sweet uncle ! speak more kindly to the
queen. 220 Gau. My lord, dissemble with her, speak her fair. Edw. Pardon me, sweet, I [had] forgot myself. Queen. Your pardon's quickly got of Isabel.
Edw. The younger Mortimer is grown so brave, That to my face he threatens civil wars.
225 Gau. Why do you not commit him to the Tower? Edw. I dare not, for the people love him well. Gau. Why then we'll have him privily made away.
Edw. Would Lancaster and he had both caroused A bowl of poison to each other's health !
230 But let them go, and tell me what are these.
Lady. Two of my father's servants whilst he liv'd, May't please your grace to entertain them now. Edw. Tell me, where wast thou born? What is thine
arms? Bald. My name is Baldock, and my gentry
235 I fetch from Oxford, not from heraldry.
Edw. The fitter art thou, Baldock, for my turn.
Bald. I humbly thank your majesty.
Edw. Then, Spencer, wait upon me, for his sake I'll grace thee with a higher style ere long.
245 Y. Spen. No greater titles happen unto me, Than to be favour'd of your majesty.
Edw. Cousin, this day shall be your marriage feast.
250 Unto the Earl of Gloster late deceased.
Gau. I know, my lord, many will stomach me, But I respect neither their love nor hate.
Edw. The headstrong barons shall not limit me; He that I list to favour shall be great.
255 Come, let's away; and when the marriage ends, Have at the rebels, and their 'complices ! [Exeunt omnes.
SCENE III.-Near Tynemouth. 1311.
Enter LANCASTER, YOUNG MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEM
BROKE, and KENT.
5 To undermine us with a show of love.
War. He is your brother, therefore have we cause To cast the worst, and doubt of your revolt.
Kent. Mine honour shall be hostage of my truth : If that will not suffice, farewell, my lords.
Y. Mor. Stay, Edmund; never was Plantagenet
Pem. But what's the reason you should leave him now?
That Gaueston is secretly arrived,
Y. Mor. I'll give the onset.
Y. Mor. This totter'd ensign of my ancestors,
Lan. None be so hardy as touch the king ;
SCENE IV.-In Tynemouth Castle. 1311.
Enter the KING and SPENCER.
Enter QUEEN, KING's Niece, GAUESTON, and Nobles.
5 Spencer and I will post away by land. Gau. O stay, my lord, they will not injure you. Edw. I will not trust them; Gaueston, away! Gau. Farewell, my lord. Edw. Lady, farewell. Lady. Farewell, sweet uncle, till we meet again. Edw. Farewell, sweet Gaueston; and fárewell, niece. Queen. No farewell to poor Isabel thy queen? Edw. Yes, yes, for Mortimer, your lover's sake.
[Exeunt all but ISABEL. Queen. Heaven can witness I love none but you: From my embracements thus he breaks away.
15 O that mine arms could close this isle about, That I might pull him to me where I would ! Or that these tears, that drizzle from mine eyes, Had power to mollify his stony heart, That when I had him we might never part.
Enter LANCASTER, WARWICK, and YOUNG MORTIMER.
Queen. Ay, Mortimer, the miserable queen,
Y. Mor. Cease to lament, and tell us where's the king? Queen. What would you with the king ? is't him you seek? Lan. No, madam, but that cursèd Gaueston.
31 Far be it from the thought of Lancaster, To offer violence to his sovereign. We would but rid the realm of Gaueston : Tell us where he remains, and he shall die.
War. Foreslow no time, sweet Lancaster, let's march.
Queen. That this your army, going several ways,
Y. Mor. Here in the river rides a Flemish hoy; 45 Let's all aboard, and follow him amain.
Lan. The wind that bears him hence will fill our sails :
Y. Mor. Madam, stay you within this castle here.
50 V. Mor. Nay, rather sail with us to Scarborough.
Queen. You know the king is so suspicious,
55 Y. Mor. Madam, I cannot stay to answer you, But think of Mortimer as he deserves. [Exeunt Barons.
Queen. So well hast thou deserved, sweet Mortimer,
60 Whose eyes are fixt on none but Gaueston :
Yet once more I'll importune him with prayer,
SCENE V.-Open Country. 1311.
Enter GAUESTON, pursued.
Y. Mor. Thou proud disturber of thy country's peace,
Lan. Monster of men !
War. Lancaster, why talk’st thou to the slave ?
25 But for thou wert the favourite of a king, Thou shalt have so much honour at our hands,