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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.
Fames. 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. 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, That
pours, in lieu of all your goodness shown, His life, my lord, before your princely feet.
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 seizèd 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.
Prince. 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
On Atlas' shoulder shall not lie more safe,
Queen. Ah, boy! this towardness makes thy mother fear Thou art not markt to many days on earth.
80 Edw. Madam, we will that you with speed be shipt, And this our son ; Levune shall follow you With all the haste we can despatch him hence. Chuse of our lords to bear you company; And go in peace, leave us in wars at home.
85 Queen. Unnatural wars, where subjects brave their king; God end them once. My lord, I take my leave, To make my preparatiön for France. [Exit with PRINCE.
SCENE I (d).—Yorkshire. 1312-13.
Edw. Ah, traitors ! have they put my friend to death ?
Arun. Neither, my lord ; for as he was surprised,
95 I did your highness' message to them all; Demanding him of them, entreating rather, And said, upon the honour of my name, That I would undertake to carry him Unto your highness, and to bring him back. Edw. And tell me, would the rebels deny me that ? Y. Spen. Proud recreants ! Edw. Yea, Spencer, traitors all.
Arun. I found them at the first inexorable; The Earl of Warwick would not bide the hearing, Mortimer hardly, Pembroke and Lancaster
105 Spake least: and when they flatly had denied, Refusing to receive me pledge for him, The Earl of Pembroke mildly thus bespake; *My lords, because our sovereign sends for him, And promiseth he shall be safe return'd, I will this undertake to have him
hence, And see him re-deliv'red to your hands.'
Edw. Well, and how fortunes that he came not (then)?
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Y. Spen. Some treason, or some villainy was the cause. Arun. The Earl of Warwick seized him on his way; 115 For being delivred unto Pembroke's men, Their lord rode home thinking his prisoner safe; But ere he came, Warwick in ambush lay, And bare him to his death; and in a trench Strake off his head, and marcht unto the camp. Y. Spen. A bloody part, flatly 'gainst law of arms.
[Exit ARUNDEL. Edw. O shall I speak, or shall I sigh and die!
Y. Spen. My lord, refer your vengeance to the sword
125 Advance your standard, Edward, in the field, And march to fire them from their starting holes.
[EDWARD kneels. Edw. By earth, the common mother of us all! By heaven, and all the moving orbs thereof! By this right hand! and by my father's sword !
130 And all the honours 'longing to my crown! I will have heads, and lives for him, as many As I have manors, castles, towns, and towers. [Rises. Treacherous Warwick! traitorous Mortimer! If I be England's king, in lakes of gore
135 Your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail, That you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood. And stain my royal standard with the same, That so my bloody colours may suggest Remembrance of revenge immortally
140 On your accursèd traitorous progeny, You villains, that have slain my Gaueston! And in his place of honour and of trust, Spencer, sweet Spencer, I adopt thee here: And merely of our love we do create thee
145 Earl of Gloster, and Lord Chamberlain, Despite of times, despite of enemies.
SCENE I (e).-Yorkshire. 1320. Y. Spen. My lord, here is a messenger from the barons Desires access unto your majesty. Edw. Admit him near.