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First P. Man. I can ride.
Gav. But I have no borse.-What art thou ?

Enter King EDWARD, KENT, LANCASTER, the elder Sec. P. Man. A traveller.

MORTIMER, the younger MORTIMER, WARGav. Let me see: thou wouldst do well

WICK, PEMBROKE, and Attendants.
To wait at my trencher, and tell me lies at K. Edw. Lancaster!
dinner-time;

Lan. My lord ?
And, as I like your discoursing, I'll have you. Gav. That Earl of Lancaster do I abhor.
And what art thou ?

[Aside. Third P. Man. A soldier, that hath serv'd K. Edw. Will you not grant me this ?-In spite against the Scot. :

of them Gar. Why, there are hospitals for such as you: \ I'll have my will; and these two Mortimers, I have no war; and therefore, sir, be gone. That cross me thus, shall know I am displeas'd. Third P. Man. Farewell ; and perish by a

[Aside. soldier's hand,

E. Mor. If you love us, my lord, hate GaveThat wouldst reward them with an hospital!

ston. Cav. Ay, ay, these words of his move mo as Gav. That villain Mortimer! I'll be his death. much

[Aside. As if a goose should play the porcupine,

Y. Mor. Mine uncle here, this earl, and I And dart her plumes, thinking to pierce my myself, breast.

Were sworn to your father at his death, Put yet it is no pain to speak men fair;

That he should ne'er return into the realm : To flatter these, and make them live in hope. And know, my lord, ere I will break my oath,

[Aside. This sword of mine, that should offend your You know that I came lately out of France,

foes, od yet I have not viewd my lord the king: Shall sleep within the scabbard at thy need, If I speed well, I'll entertain you all.

And underneath thy banners march who will, All. We thank your worship.

For Mortimer will hang his armour up. Gav. I have some business: leave me to myself. Gav. Mort dieu !

[Aside. All. We will wait here about the court.

K. Edw. Well, Mortimer, I'll make thee ruo Gav. Do.

[Exeunt Poor Men. these words. These are not men for me;

Beseems it thee to contradict thy king? must have waylon poets pleasant wits, Frown'st thou thereat, aspiring Lancaster? Music#ns that with touching of a string The sword shall plane the furrows of thy brows, Jay daw the plant kingMvhich Avay I please And hew these kuees that now are grown so Jíusic and poetryti is his delight;

stiff. Therefore it barallallah, masks by pight, I will have Gaveston; and you shall know Sweet elches comedies and pleasing shovs What danger 'tis to stand against your king. And in the day when he hall walk abroad,

Gav. Well done, Ned!

[ Aside. Like sylvan nymph ny pages shall be clad; Lan. My lord, why do you thus incense your Mly men, like satyrsgrazipg on the lawns,

peers, Shall with their god-feet dance the antic hay ;? That naturally would love and honour you, Sometime a lovely boy in Dian's shape,

But for that base and obscure Gaveston ?
With hair that gilds the water as it glides, Four earldoms have I, besides Lancaster, -
Crownets 3 of pearl nbout his naked arms, Derby, Salisbury, Lincoln, Leicester;
And in his sportful handst hn olive tree,

These will I seli, to give my soldiers pay,
To hide those parts which men delight to see, Ere Gaveston shall stay within the realm :
Shall bathe him in a springs and there, hard by, Therefore, if he be comc, expel him straight.
One like Acteon peeping through the grove, Kent. Barons and earls, your pride hath made
Shall by the angv goddess be transform’d,

me mute; ind running in the likeness of an hart,

But now I'll speak, and to the proof, I hope. By yelping hounds' pull'd down, shall seem to I do remember, in my father's days, die :

Lord Percy of the North, being highly mov'd, Such things as these best please his majesty. Brav'd Mowbray in presence of the king; Mly lord, here comes the king and the nobles For which, bad not his highness lov'd him well, From the parliament, I'll stand aside.

He should have lost his head; but with his look [Retires. Th' undaunted spirit of Percy was a ppeas'd,

And Mowbray and he were reconcild:

Yet dare you brave the king unto his face.-1 Music and poetry, &c.—How exactly the author, as

Brother, revenge it, and let these their heads the learned Dr. Hurd observes, has painted the humour Preach upon poles, for trespass of their tongues. of the times, which esteemed masks and shows as the War. Oh, our heads! highest indulgence that could be provided for a luxuri K. Edw. Ay, yours; and therefore I would 0?? and happy monarch, we may see from the entertuinment provided, not many years after, for the recep

wish you grant. tion of King James at Althorp in Northamptonshire,

Wur. Bridlo thy anger, gentle Mortimer. s here this very design of Sylvan Nymphs, Saturs, and

Y. Vor. I cannot, nor I will not; I must Adcon, was executed in a Ma que by Ben Jonson. speak.(llura's] Moral and Political Dialogues, vol. I, p. 191.' -DoDalby's Old Plays.

Cousin, our hands, I hope, shall sence our heads,

And strike off his that makes you threaten us.2 antie hay-antic here means grotesque, fantastic, Come, uncle, let us leave the brain-siek king, and is still used as a noun, meaning grotesque capers; 1. is the same word as 'antique.' Jay was the name of

And henceforth parley with our nakell swords. 3 round country dance ; Shall we go dance the hay?

E. Mor. Wiltshire bath men enough to save our occurs in Englund's llelicon; and mention is made of it heads. in Lore's Labour Lost, act v., sc. 1.

War. All Warwickshire will love 1 him for my * Crownel-the diminutive of crown, i.e., coronet.

sake. * Actieon, according to the fable, was a liunter who 998 transformed by Artemis (Diana) into a stag, and torn to pica's by dogs, for peeping at the goddess anu her nymphs bathing.

i lore-Dyco reads 'Icare.'

me.

Lan. And northward Lancaster? hath many Bish. of Cov. To celebrate your father's friends.

exequies. Adieu, my lord; and either change your mind, But is that wicked Gaveston return'd ? Or look to see the throne, where you should sit, K. Edw. Ay, priest, and lives to be reveng'd To float in blood, and at thy wanton head

on thee, The glozing” head of thy base minion thrown. That wert the only cause of his exile.

[Exeunt all except King EDWARD, KENT, Gav. 'Tis true; and, but for reverence of these GAVESTON, and Attendants.

robes, K. Edw. I cannot brook these haughty menaces; Thou should'st not plod one foot beyond this Am I a king, and must be overruld?

place. Brother, display my ensigns in the field:

Bish. of Cov. I did no more than I was bound I'll bandy: with the barons and the earls,

to do: And either die or live with Gaveston.

And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaim'd, Gav. I can no longer keep me from my lord. As then I did incense the parliament,

[Comes forward. So will I now, and thou shalt back to France. K. Edw. What! Gaveston! welcome! Kiss Gav.1 Saving your reverence, you must pardon

not my hand : Embrace me, Gaveston, as I do thee.

K. Edw. Throw off his golden mitre, rend his Why should'st thou kneel? Know'st thou not stole, who I am ?

And in the channel? christen him anew. Thy friend, thyself, another Gaveston:

Kent. Ah, brother, lay not violent hands on Not Hylas* was mournèd for of Hercules

him ! Than thou hast been of me since thy exile. For he'll complain unto the see of Rome. Gav. And, since I went from hence, no soul in Gav. Let him complain unto the see of hell : hell

I'll be reveng'd on him for my exile. Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston. K. Edw. No, spare his life, but seize upon his K. Edw. I know it.-Brother, welcome home goods: my friend.

Be thou lord bishop, and receive his rents, Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire, And make him serve thee as thy chaplain: And that high-minded Earl of Lancaster: I give him thee; here, use him as thou wilt. I have my wish, in that I joys thy sight;

Gav. He shall to prison, and there die in bolts. And sooner shall the sea o'erwhelm my land K. Edw. Ay, to the Tower, the Fleet, or where Than bear the ship thai shall transport thee thou wilt. hence.

Bish. of Cov. For this offence be thou accurs'a I here create thee Lord High Chamberlain,

of God! Chief Secretary to the state and me,

K. Edw. Who's there? Convey this priest to Earl of Cornwall, King and Lord of Man.

the Tower. Gav. My lord, these titles far exceed my worth. Bish. of Cov. True, true. Kent. Brother, tho least of these may well

K. Edw. But, in the mean time, Gaveston, away, suffice

And take possession of his house and goods. For one of greater birth than Gaveston.

Come, follow me, and thou shalt have my guard K. Edw. Cease, brother, for I cannot brook To see it done, and bring thee safe again. these words.

Gav. What should a priest do with so fair a Thy worth, sweet friend, is far above my gifts : house? Therefore, to equal it, receive my heart.

A prison may best beseem his holiness. If for these dignities thou be envied,

(Ezeiunt. I'll give thee more ; for, but to honour thee, Is Edward pleas'd with kingly regiment."

Enter on one side the elder MORTIMER and the Fear'st thou thy person ? thou shalt have a

younger MORTIMER; on the other, WARWICK guard :

and LANCASTER. Wantest thou gold ? go to my treasury:

War. 'Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower, Would'st thou be lov'd and fear'd ? receive my And goods and body given to Gaveston! seal,

Lan. What! will they tyrannize upon the Save or condemn, and in our name command

church? What so thy mind affects, or fancy likes.

Ah, wicked king! accursèd Gaveston! Gav. It shall suffice me to enjoy your love ; This ground, which is corrupted with their steps, Which whiles I have, I think myself as great Shall be their timeless * sepulchre or mine. As Cæsar riding in the Roman street,

Y. Mor. Well, let that peevish Frenchman With captive kings at his triumphal car.

guard him sure; Enter the BISHOP OF COVExTRY.

Unless his breast be sword-proof, he shall die.

E. Mor. How now! why droops the Earl of K. Edw. Whither goes my Lord of Coventry

Lancaster? so fast?

Y. Mor. Wherefore is Guy of Warwick discontent?

Lan. That villain Gavestone is made an earl.

E. Jor. An earl ! 1 Lancaster-old eds. Gaueston.'

War. Ay, and besides, Lord Chamberlain of the glozing-flattering.

realm. s bandyi.e., .oppose with all my force; totis viribus se opponere, says Skinner, voce bandy.'--DODSLEY's Old

And Secretary too, and Lord of Man. Plays.

* Nylas, according to the fable, was the friend and perhaps the son of Hercules; he was so beautiful that Gav., &c. — ' He "lays violent hands" upon the The naiads stole him, and Hercules tried in rain to find bishop.' See p. 103, 1st col.--DODSLEY's Old Plays. him.

2 channel-kennel or gutter. joy-enjoy.

3. True, true. Altered in Dodsley (ed. 1825) to .Do, 6 enried-hated.

do.' Dyce suggests Prut, prut' (an exclamation of 7 regiment-rule, government; Lat. regimentum, regi- contempt). men, from rego, to rule.

+ time ess—untimely.

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my sake,

E. Mor. We may not nor we will not suffer this. Q. Isab. Then let him stay; for, rather than Y. Mor. Why post we not from hence to levy men ?

Shall be oppress'd with civil mutinies, Lan. "My Lord of Cornwall' now at every I will endure a melancholy life, word;

And let him frolic with his minion.
And happy is the man whom he vouchsafes, Archb. of Cant. My lords, to ease all this but
For vailing of his bonnet one good look.

hear me speak:
Thus, arm in arm, the king and he doth march: We and the rest, that are his counsellors,
Nay more, the guard upon his lordship waits, Will meet, and with a general consent
And all the court begins to flatter him.

Confirm his banishment with our hands and seals. War. Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king, Lan. What we confirm the king will frustrate. He nods, and scorns, and smiles at those that Y. Mor. Then may we lawfully revolt from him. pass.

War. But say, my lord, where shall this meetE. Mor. Doth no man take exceptions at the ing be? slave?

Archb. of Cant. At the New Temple. Lan. All stomach? him, but none dare speak a Y, Mor. Content. word.

Archb. of Cant. And, in the meantime, I'll enY. Mor. Ah, that bewrays their baseness, Lan treat you all caster!

To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me. Were all the earls and barons of my mind,

Lan. Come, then, let's away. We'll 3 hale him from the bosom of the king,

Y. Mor. Madam, farewell. And at the court-gate hang the peasant up,

Q. Isab. Farewell, sweet Mortimer; and, for Who, swoln with venom of ambitious pride, Will be the ruin of the realm and us.

Forbear to levy arms against the king. War. Here comes my Lord of Canterbury's Y. Mor. Ay, if words will serve; not, I must. grace.

[Exeunt. Lan. His countenance bewrays he is displeas'd.

Enter GAVESTON and KENT. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and an

Gav. Edmund, the mighty prince of Lancaster, Attendant.

That hath more earldoms than an ass can bear, Archb. of Cant. First were his sacred garments And both the Mortimers, two goodly men, rent and torn;

With Guy of Warwick, that redoubted knight, Then laid they violent hands upon him; next, Are gone towards Lambeth: there let them reHimself imprison'd, and his goods asseiz'd:

main.

[Exeunt. This certify the Pope: away, take horse.

[Exit Attendant.

Enter LANCASTER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, the Lan. My lord, will you take arms against the

elder MORTIMER, the younger MORTIMER, the king?

ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and Attendants. Archb. of Cant. What need I? God himself is Lan, Here is the form of Gaveston's exile; up in arms

May it please your lordship to subscribe your When violence is offer'd to the church. Y. Mor. Then will you join with us, that be Archb. of Cant. Give me the paper.

Lan. Quick, quick, my lord! I long to write To banish or behead that Gaveston ?

my name. Archb. of Cant. What else, my lords? for it War. But I long more to see him banish'd concerns me near;

hence. The bishoprick of Coventry is his.

Y. Mor. The name of Mortimer shall fright

the king, Enter QUEEX ISABELLA.

Unless he be declin'd from that base peasant. Y. Mor. Madam, whither walks your majesty so fast?

Enter King EDWARD, GAVESTON, ana KENT. Q. Isab. Unto the forest, gentle Mortimer, K. Edw. What! are you mov'd that Gaveston To live in grief and baleful discontent;

sits here? For now my lord the king regards me not, It is our pleasure; we will have it so. But dotes upon the love of Gaveston :

Lan. Your grace doth well to place him by He claps his cheeks, and hangs about his neck, Smiles in his face, and whispers in his ears; For nowhere else the new earl is so safe. And, when I come, he frowns, as who should say, E. Mor. What man of noble birth can brook • Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston.' this sight? E. Mor. Is it not strange that he is thus be Quam male conreniunt ! 3 witch'd ?

See what a scornful look the peasant casts ! Y. Vor. Madam, return unto the court again : Pem. Can kingly lions fawn on creeping ants ? That sly inveigling Frenchman we'll exile, War. Ignoble vassal, that, like Phaeton, Or lose our lives; and yet, ere that day come, Aspir'st unto the guidance of the sun! The king shall lose hi crown; for we have power, Y. Mor. Their downfall is at hand, their forces And courage too, to be reveng'd at full.

down: Archb. of Cant. But yet list not your swords We will not thus be fac'd and over-peer'd. against the king.

K. Edw. Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer! Lan. No; but we will lift Gaveston from hence. E Mor. Lay hands on that traitor Gaveston!

War. And war must be the means, or he'll stay Kent. Is this the duty that you owe your king? still

War. We know our duties : let him know his

peers.

name.

his peers,

your side,

1 railing-lowering.

2 stomach meant to brook or resent; here it means to be angry at.

2 We'l. Dyce reads 'We'd' here.

1 frolic-play or amuse himself.
? declin'd from-turned or estranged from.
3 Quam, &c.-- how badly are they matched.”

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K. Edw. Whither will you bear him? stay, or Y. Mor. Why should you love him whom the ye shall die.

world hates so? E. Mor. We are no traitors; therefore threaten K. Edw. Because he loves me more than all not.

the world. Gav. No, threaten not, my lord, but pay them Ali, none but rude and savage-minded men home.

Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston! Were I a king

You that be noble-born should pity him. Y. Mor. Thou villain! wherefore talk'st thou War. You that are princely-born should shake of a king,

him off : That hardly art a gentleman by birth?

For shame, subscribe, and let the lown depart. K. Edw. Were he a peasant, being my minion, E. Mor. Urge him, my lord. I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him.

Archb. of Cant. Are you content to banish him Lan. My lord, you may not thus disparage the realm ?

K. Edw. I ses I must, and therefore am content: Away, I say, with hateful Gaveston!

Instead of ink, I'll write it with my tears. E. Mor. And with the Earl of Kent that favours

[Subscribes. him.

Y. Mor. The king is love-sick for his minion. [GAVESTOX and Kent are removed. K. Edw. 'Tis done : and now accursed hand, K. Edw. Nay, then, lay violent hands upon fall off! your king:

Lan. Give it me: I'll have it publish'd in the Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne; streets. Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown.

Y, Mor. I'll see him presently despatch'd away. Was ever king thus overruled as I ?

Archb. of Cant. Now is my heart at ease. Lan. Learn, then, to rule us better, and the War. And so is mine. realm.

Pem. This will be good news to the common Y. Mor. What we have done, our heart-blood sort. shall maintain.

E. Mor. Be it or no, he shall not linger here. War. Think you that we can brook this up

[Exeunt Nobles start pride?

K. Edro. How fast they run to banish him I K. Edw. Anger and wrathful fury stops my love! speech.

They would not stir, were it to do me good. Archb. of Cant. Why are you moved ? be Why should a king be subject to a priest? patient, my lord,

Proud Rome, that hatchest such imperial grooms, And see what we your counsellors have done. With these thy superstitious ta per-lights,

Y. Mor. My lords, now let us all be resoluto, Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze, And either have our wills, or lose our lives. I'll fire thy crazed buildings, and enforce K. Edw. Meet you for this, proud over-daring Thy papal towers to kiss the lowly ground; peers ?

Withi slaughter'd priests may Tiber's channel Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me,

swell, This isle shall fleet' upon the ocean,

And banks rais'd higher with their sepulchres! And wander to the unfrequented Inde.

As for the peers that back the clergy thus, Archb. of Cant. You know that I am legate to If I be king, not one of them shall live.

the Pope : On your allegiance to the see of Rome,

Enter GAVESTON. Subscribe, as we have done, to his exile.

Gav. My Lord, I hear it whisper'd everywhere, Y. Mor. Curse him, if he refuse; and then may That I am banish'd and must fly the land. WO

K. Edw. 'Tis true, sweet Gaveston: Oh were it Depose him, and elect another king.

false! K. Edw. Ay, there it goes! but yet I will not The legate of the Pope will have it so, yield:

And thou must hence, or I shall be depos'd. Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can. But I will reign to be reveng'd of them;

Lan. Then linger not, my lord, but do it And therefore, sweet friend, take it patiently. straight.

Live where thou wilt, I'll send thee gold enough; Archb. of Cant. Remember how the bishop was And long thou shalt not stay; or, if thou dost, abus'd:

I'll come to thee: my love shall ne'er decline. Either banish him that was the cause thereof, Gar. Is all my hope turn'd to this hell of grief? Or I will presently discharge these lords

K. Edw. Rend not my heart with thy tooOf duty and allegiance due to thee.

piercing words: K. Edw. It boots 2 me not to threat; I must Thou from this land, I from myself am banish d. speak fair:

Gav. To go from hence grieves not poor The legate of the Pope will be obey'd. - [Aside. Gaveston; My lord, you shall be Chancellor of the realm ; Ent to forsake you, in whose gracious looks Thou, Lancaster, Iligh-Admiral of our fleet; The blessedness of Gaveston remains; Young Mortimer and his uncle shall be earls ; For nowhere else seeks he felicity. And you, Lord Warwick, President of the North; K. Edw. And only this torments my wretched And thou of Wales. If this content you not,

soul, Make several kingdoms of this monarchy,

That, whether I will or no, thou must depart. And share it equally amongst you all,

Be governor of Ireland in my stead, So I may have some nook or corner left,

And there abide till fortune call theo home. To frolic with my dearest Gaveston.

Here, take my picture, and let me wear thino: Archb. of Cant. Nothing shall alter us; we are Oh might I keep thee here, as I do this, resolved.

Happy were I ! but now most miserable. Lan. Come, come, subscribe.

Gav. 'Tis something to be pitied of a king.

fleet-float; Anglo-Saxon, fleotan, to float.

2 boots — pofits; Anglo-Saxon, bol, compensation, betan, to cement, from the same root as better.

I lourn, loon--base low fellow, still rised in Scotland.

grooms-groom originally means a man; AngloSaxon, yuma, a man; Dutch, grom, a youth.

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me more.

let's go:

me.

K. Edw. Thou shalt not hence; I'll hide thee, | With ghastly murmur of my sighs and cries; Gaveston.

For never doted Jove on Ganyinede Gav. I shall be found, and then 'twill grieve So much as he on cursèd Gaveston:

But that will more exasperate his wrath ; K. Edw. Kind words and mutual talk make our I must entreat him, I must speak him fair, grief greater:

And be a means to call bome Gaveston:
Therefore, with dumb embracement, let us part. And yet he'll ever dote on-Gaveston;
Stay, Gaveston; I cannot leave thee thus. And so am I for ever miserable.
Gav. For every look, my love drops down a
tear:

Enter LANCASTER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, the Seeing I must go, do not renew my sorrow.

elder MORTIMER, and the younger MORTIMER. K. Edw. The time is little that thou hast to Lan. Look, where the sister of the king of stay,

France And therefore give me leave to look my fill. Sits wringing of her hands, and beats her breast ! But come, sweet friend, I'll bear thee on thy War. The king, I fear, hath ill-entreated' her. way.

Pem. Hard is the heart that injures such a Gav. The peers will frown.

saint. K. Edw. I pass? not for their anger. Come, Y. Mor. I know 'tis 'long of Gaveston she

weeps. Oh, that we might as well return as go!

E. Mor. Why, he is gone.

Y. Mor. Madam, how fares your grace? Enter EDMUND (EARL OF Kent and] QUEEN

Q. Isab. Ah, Mortimer, now breaks the king's ISABELLA.

hate forth, Q. Isab. Whither goes my lord ?

And he confesseth that he loves me not! K. Edw. Fawn not on me, French strumpet; Y. Mor. Cry quittance, madam, then, and love get thee gone!

not him. Q. Isab. On whom but on my husband should Q. Isab. No, rather will I die a thousand deaths : I fawn?

And yet I love in vain; he'll ne'er love me. Gav. On Mortimer; with whom, ungentle Lan. Fear ye not, madam ; now his minion's queen

gone, I say no more-judge you the rest, my lord. His wanton humour will be quickly left. Q. Isab. In saying this, thou wrong'st me, Q. Isab. Oh, never, Lancaster! I am enjoin'd Gaveston :

To sue unto you all for his repeal : Is't not enough that thou corrupt'st my lord,

This wills my lord, and this must I perform, And art a bawd to his affections,

Or else be banish'd from his highness' presence. But thou must call mine honour thus in question ? Lan. For his repeal, madam! he comes not Gav. I mean not so; your grace must pardon

back,

Unless the sea cast up his shipwreck'd body. K. Edw. Thou art too familiar with that Mor War. And to behold so sweet a sight as that, timer,

There's none here but would run his horse to And by thy means is Gaveston exild:

death. But I would wish thee reconcile the lords,

Y. llor. But, madam, would you have us call Or thon shalt ne'er be reconcil'd to me.

him home? Q. Isab. Your highness knows, it lies not in my Q. Isab. Ay, Mortimer; for, till he be restor'd, power.

The angry king hath banish'd me the court; K. Edw. Away, then! touch me not.—Come, And therefore, as thou lov'st and tender'st 2 me, Gaveston.

Be thou my advocate unto these peers. Q. Isab. Villain, 'tis thou that robb'st me of my

Y. Mor. What! would you have me plead for lord.

Gaveston? Gav. Madam, 'tis you that rob me of my lord. E. Mor. Plead for him that will, I am resolv'd.

K. Edw. Speak not unto her: let her droop Lan. And so am I, my lord: dissuade the and pine.

queen. Q. Isab. Wherein, my lord, have I deserv'd Q. Isab. Oh, Lancaster, let him dissuade the king! these words?

For 'tis against my will he should return. Witness the tears that Isabella sheds,

War. Then speak not for him; let the peasantgo. Witness this heart, that, sighing for thee, breaks, Q. Isab. 'Tis for myself I speak, and not for How dear my lord is to poor Isabel !

him. K. Edw. And witness heaven how dear thou Pem. No speaking will prevail; and therefore

art to me! There weep; for, till my Gaveston be repeal'd, Y. Mor. Fair queen, forbear to angle for the Assure thyself thou com'st not in my sight.

fish [Ereunt King EDWARD and GAVESTON. Whiclı, being caught, strikes him that takes it Q. Isab. Oh miserable and distressed queen! Would, when I left sweet France, and was em I mean that vile torpedo, Gaveston, bark'd,

That now, I hope, floats on the Irish seas. That charming Circe,? walking on the waves,

Q. Isab. Sweet Mortimer, sit down by mo a Had chang'd my shape! or at the marriage-day while, The cup of Hymen had been full of poison! And I will tell the reasons of such weight Or with those arms, that twin'd about my neck, As thou wilt soon subscribe to his repeal. I had been stifled, and not liy'd to see

Y. Mor. It is impossible: but speak your mind. The king my lord thus to abandon me!

Q. Isab. Then thus;- but none shall hear it Like frantic Juno, will I fill the earth

but ourselves.

[ Talks to Y. MOR. apart. Lan. My lords, albeit the queen win Mortimer,

Will you be resolute, and hold with me? 1 pass-care. charming Circe-charming is here used in its literal

1 ill-entreated-ill-treated. sense, mplying one who charms or bewitches.

2 tender'sl-hast a tender regard for.

cease.

dead;

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