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Gau. I thank you all, my lords: then I perceive,
Enter EARL OF ARUNDEL.
30 Arun. My lords, King Edward greets you all by me. War. Arundel, say your message.
Arun. His majesty,
War. How now?
Gau. Renowmèd Edward, how thy name
War. No, it needeth not;
Gau. Why? My lord of Warwick
45 Yet grant King Edward this.
Y. Mor. Shalt thou appoint
[To ARUNDEL. We'll send his head by thee; let him bestow His tears on that, for that is all he gets
50 Of Gaueston, or else his senseless trunk.
Lan. Not so, my lords, lest he bestow more cost In burying him, than he hath ever earn’d.
Arun. My lords, it is his majesty's request, And in the honour of a king he swears,
55 He will but talk with him, and send him back.
War. When, can you tell? Arundel, no; we wot,
once, Violate any promise to possess him.
Arun. Then if you will not trust his grace in keep, My lords, I will be pledge for his return.
Y. Mor. 'Tis honourable in thee to offer this;
But for we know thou art a noble gentleman,
65 We will not wrong thee so, to make away A true man for a thief.
Gau. How mean'st thou, Mortimer? this is over-base.
Y. Mor. Away, base groom, robber of king's renown,
Pem. M' Lord Mortimer, and you, my lords, each one,
War. Pembroke, what wilt thou do? Cause yet more bloodshed ? is it not enough
80 That we have taken him, but must we now Leave him on 'had I wist,' and let him go?
Pem. My lords, I will not over-woo your honours, But if you dare trust Pembroke with the prisoner, Upon mine oath, I will return him back.
85 Arun. M' lord of Lancaster, what say you in this ? Lan. Why I say, let him go on Pembroke's word. Pem. And you, Lord Mortimer? Y. Mor. How say you, my lord of Warwick? War. Nay, do your pleasures, I know how 'twill prove. Pem. Then give him me. Gau. Sweet sovereign, yet I come
90 To see thee ere I die.
War. Yet not perhaps,
[Aside. Y. Mor. My lord of Pembroke, we deli’er him you; Return him on your honour. Sound, away. [Exeunt all but PEMBROKE, ARUNDEL, GAUESTON,
and PEMBROKE's Men; four Soldiers. Pem. M' lord (of Arundel], you shall go with me. My house is not far hence; out of the way A little, but our men shall go along, We that have pretty wenches to our wives, Sir, must not come so near to baulk their lips.
Arun. 'Tis very kindly spoke, my lord of Pembroke; 100 Your honour hath an adamant of
power To draw a prince.
Pem. So, m’ lord. Come hither, James:
I do commit this Gaueston to thee,
105 Gau. Unhappy Gaueston, whi’er goest thou now?
[Exit PEMBROKE, with his Men. Horse-boy. My lord, we shall quickly be at Cobham.
SCENE VI.-Open Country. 1311.
OF PEMBROKE'S Men.
5 Speed to the king.
Enter WARWICK and his Company.
James. Your lordship doth dishonour to yourself,
War. No, James, it is my country's cause I follow.
Gau. Treacherous earl, shall not I see the king ? 15
War. The King of heaven perhaps, no other king. Away! [Exeunt WARWICK and his Men with GAUESTON.
James. Come, fellows, 't booted not for us to strive, We will in haste go certify our lord.
SCENE I (a). - Yorkshire. 1311. Enter KING EDWARD and YOUNG SPENCER, and BALDOCK,
with drums and fifes. Edw. I long to hear an answer from the barons,
Touching my friend, my dearest Gaueston.
Y. Spen. Were I King Edward, England's sovereign, 10
Edw. Yea, gentle Spencer, we have been too mild,
Bald. This haught resolve becomes your majesty
30 And must be awed and govern'd like a child.
SCENE I (6).— Yorkshire. 1320. Enter HUGH SPENCER, an old man, father to the YOUNG
SPENCER, with his truncheon and Soldiers. 0. Spen. Long live my sovereign, the noble EdwardIn peace triumphant, fortunate in wars !
Edw. Welcome, old man, com’st thou in Edward's aid? Then tell thy prince of whence, and what thou art. 35
0. Spen. Lo, with a band of bowmen and of pikes,
Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there,
Edw. Thy father, Spencer ?
Y. Spen. True, an 't like your grace,
Edw. Welcome ten thousand times, old man, again.
SCENE I (c).—Yorkshire. 1325.
Y. Spen. My lord, here comes the queen.
Queen. News of dishonour, lord, and discontent.
60 Informeth us, by letters and by words, That Lord Valois our brother, King of France, Because your highness hath been slack in homage, Hath seized Normandy into his hands. These be the letters, this the messenger.
65 Edw. Welcome, Levune. Tush, Sib, if this be all, Valois and I will soon be friends again. But to my Gauston: shall I never see, Never behold thee more? Madam, in this matter, We will employ you and your little son;
70 You shall go parley with the King of France. Boy, see you bear you bravely to the king, And do your message with a majesty.
Princé. Commit not to my youth things of more weight Than fits a prince so young as I to bear,
75 And fear not, lord and father, heaven's great beams