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I have my wish, in that I joy thy sight;
Gav. My lord, these titles far exceed my worth.
Edw. Cease, brother: for I cannot brook these words.
I'll give thee more; for, but to honour thee,
Wouldst thou be loved and feared? receive my seal;
Gav. It shall suffice me to enjoy your love,
Enter the BISHOP OF COVENTRY.
Edw. Whither goes my lord of Coventry so fast?
1 Rule. Cf. 1 Tamburlaine, i. 1, l. 119.
Bish. To celebrate your father's exequies.
But is that wicked Gaveston returned?
Edw. I, priest, and lives to be revenged on thee, That wert the only cause of his exile.
Gav. 'Tis true; and but for reverence of these robes, Thou should'st not plod one foot beyond this place. 180 Bish. I did no more than I was bound to do; And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaimed, As then I did incense the parliament,
So will I now, and thou shalt back to France.
Gav. Saving your reverence, you must pardon me. Edw. Throw off his golden mitre, rend his stole, And in the channel 1 christen him anew.
Kent. Ah, brother, lay not violent hands on him, For he'll complain unto the see of Rome.
Gav. Let him complain unto the see of hell, I'll be revenged on him for my exile.
Edw. No, spare his life, but seize upon his goods:
Gav. He shall to prison, and there die in bolts.
1 Kennel, gutter. Cf. Jew of Malta, v. 1, l. 91.
2 Dyce proposed to read "Prut prut!" others suppose that the
Edw. But in the meantime, Gaveston, away, And take possession of his house and goods. Come, follow me, and thou shalt have my guard To see it done, and bring thee safe again.
Gav. What should a priest do with so fair a house? A prison may best 1 beseem his holiness.
Enter both the MORTIMERS, WARWICK, and LANCASTER.
War. 'Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower,
Lan. What! will they tyrannise upon the church?
Y. Mor. Well, let that peevish Frenchman guard him sure;
Unless his breast be sword-proof he shall die.
E. Mor. How now, why droops the Earl of Lancaster? Y. Mor. Wherefore is Guy of Warwick discontent? 10 Lan. That villain Gaveston is made an earl.
E. Mor. An earl!
bishop is playing on the word
"Bol. Go, some of you, convey him to the Tower.
convey," which was a cant term for
War. I, and besides Lord Chamberlain of the realm, And Secretary too, and Lord of Man.
E. Mor. We may not, nor we will not suffer this.
Y. Mor. Why post we not from hence to levy men?
Thus, arm in arm, the king and he doth march:
War. Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king, He nods and scorns, and smiles at those that pass.
E. Mor. Doth no man take exceptions at the slave? Lan. All stomach1 him, but none dare speak a word. Y. Mor. Ah, that bewrays their baseness, Lancaster. Were all the earls and barons of my mind, We'd 2 hale him from the bosom of the king, And at the court-gate hang the peasant up; Who, swoln with venom of ambitious pride, Will be the ruin of the realm and us.
1 Are angry at him. We have the word again later in the play"I know, my lord, many will stomach me."
2 Old eds. "Weele." VOL. II.
Enter the ARCHBISHOP of CANTERBURY and a
War. Here comes my Lord of Canterbury's grace. Lan. His countenance bewrays he is displeased. Archbish. First were his sacred garments rent and torn, Then laid they violent hands upon him; next
Himself imprisoned, and his goods asseized:
Lan. My lord, will you take arms against the king? Archbish. What need I? God himself is up in arms, 40 When violence is offered to the church.
Y. Mor. Then will you join with us, that be his peers, To banish or behead that Gaveston?
Archbish. What else, my lords? for it concerns me
The bishoprick of Coventry is his.
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA.
Y. Mor. Madam, whither walks your majesty so fast? Queen. Unto the forest,1 gentle Mortimer,
To live in grief and baleful discontent;
For now, my lord, the king regards me not,
E. Mor. Is it not strange, that he is thus bewitched?
1 It is not absolutely necessary to suppose that there is an allusion to any particular forest. What the queen means is that she is seeking solitude.