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Affright a lion ? Edward, unfold thy paws,
And let their lives blood slake thy fury's hunger.
If I be cruel and grow tyrannous,
Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late.

Kent. My lord, I see your love to Gaueston
Will be the ruin of the realm and you,
For now the wrathful nobles threaten wars,
And therefore, brother, banish him for ever.

Edw. Art thou an enemy to my Gaueston ?
Kent. Ay, and it grieves me that I favour'd him. 205
Edw. Traitor, begone! whine thou with Mortimer.
Kent. So will I, rather than with Gaueston.
Edw. Out of my sight, and trouble me no more!

Kent. No marvel though thou scorn thy noble peers,
When I thy brother am rejected thus.

[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.
Wait on me, and I'll see thou shalt not want.

Bald. I humbly thank your majesty.
Edw. Knowest thou him, Gaueston ?
Gau. Ay, my lord;

His name is Spencer, he is well allied;
For my sake, let him wait upon your grace;
Scarce shall you find a man of more desert.

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.
And, Gaueston, think that I love thee well,
To wed thee to our niece, the only heir

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.

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Kent. My lords, of love to this our native land
I come to join with you and leave the king ;
And in your quarrel and the realm's behoof
Will be the first that shall adventure life.
Lan. I fear me, you are sent of policy,

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
False of his word, and therefore trust we thee.

Pem. But what's the reason you should leave him now?
Kent. I have inform'd the Earl of Lancaster.
Lan. And it sufficeth. Now, my lords, know this, 15

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That Gaueston is secretly arrived,
And here in Tynemouth frolics with the king.
Let us with these our followers scale the walls,
And suddenly surprise them unawares.

Y. Mor. I'll give the onset.
War. And I'll follow thee.

Y. Mor. This totter'd ensign of my ancestors,
Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea,
Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
Will I advance upon this castle's walls.
Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And ring aloud the knell of Gaueston !

Lan. None be so hardy as touch the king ;
But neither spare you Gauston nor his friends.



SCENE IV.-In Tynemouth Castle. 1311.

Enter the KING and SPENCER.
Edw. O tell me, Spencer, where is Gaueston ?
Spen. I fear me, he is slain, my gracious lord.
Edw. No, here he comes; now let them spoil and kill.

Enter QUEEN, KING's Niece, GAUESTON, and Nobles.
Fly, fly, my lords, the earls have got the hold,
Take shipping and away to Scarborough,

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.




Lan. I wonder how he scaped !
Y. Mor. Who's this, the queen ?

Queen. Ay, Mortimer, the miserable queen,
Whose pining heart her inward sighs have blasted.
And body with continual mourning wasted:
These hands are tired with haling of my lord

From Gaueston, from wicked Gaueston,
And all in vain; for, when I speak him fair,
He turns away, and smiles upon his minion.

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.

Queen. He's gone by water unto Scarborough;
Pursue him quickly, and he cannot scape;
The king hath left him, and his train is small.

War. Foreslow no time, sweet Lancaster, let's march.
Y. Mor. How comes it that the king and he is parted ? 40

Queen. That this your army, going several ways,
Might be of lesser force: and with the power
That he intendeth presently to raise,
Be easily supprest; therefore be gone.

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 :
Come, come aboard, 'tis but an hoür's sailing.

Y. Mor. Madam, stay you within this castle here.
Queen. No, Mortimer, I'll to my lord the king.

50 V. Mor. Nay, rather sail with us to Scarborough.

Queen. You know the king is so suspicious,
As if he hear I have but talkt with you,
Mine honour will be called in question;
And therefore, gentle Mortimer, be


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,
As Isabel could live with thee for ever.
In vain I look for love at Edward's hand,

60 Whose eyes are fixt on none but Gaueston :

Yet once more I'll importune him with prayer,
If he be strange and not regard my words,
My son and I will over into France,
And to the king my brother there complain,
How Gaueston hath rob'd me of his love:
But yet I hope my sorrows will have end,
And Gaueston this blessed day be slain.




SCENE V.-Open Country. 1311.

Enter GAUESTON, pursued.
Gau. Yet, lusty lords, I have escaped your hands,
Your threats, your 'larums, and your hot pursuits;
And though divorced from King Edward's eyes,
Yet liveth Pierce of Gauston unsurprised,
Breathing, in hope (malgrado all you[r] beards,

That muster rebels thus against your king)
To see his royal sovereign once again.
War. Upon him, soldiers, take away his weapons.

Y. Mor. Thou proud disturber of thy country's peace,
Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils,
Base flatterer, yield! and were it not for shame,
Shame and dishonour to a soldier's name,
Upon my weapon's point here should'st thou fall,
And welter in thy gore.

Lan. Monster of men !
That, like the Greekish strumpet, train'd to arms

And bloody wars so many valiant knights;
Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death!
King Edward is not here to buckler thee.

War. Lancaster, why talk’st thou to the slave ?
Go, soldiers, take him hence, for by my sword
His head shall off: Gauston, short warning
Shall serve thy turn. It is our country's cause,
That here severely we will execute
Upon thy person : hang him at a bough.
Gau. My lords,-
War. Soldiërs, have him away;

25 But for thou wert the favourite of a king, Thou shalt have so much honour at our hands,


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