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Which for his father's sake lean to the king,
Y. Mor. In this I count me highly gratified,
Queen. And when this favour Isabel forgets,
Enter King EDWARD, mourning. Edw. He's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn. Did ever sorrow go so near my heart, As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston ! And could my crown's revenue bring him back, I would freely give it to his enemies, And think I gained, having bought so dear a friend. 310 Queen. Hark! how he harps upon his minion.
Edw. My heart is as an anvil unto sorrow,
Lan. Diablo ! what passions call you these?
Edw. For thee, fair queen, if thou lov'st Gaveston,
Isabel ! Edw. Once more receive my hand; and let this be A second marriage 'twixt thyself and me.
Queen. And may it prove more happy than the first ! My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair, That wait attendance for a gracious look, And on their knees salute your majesty.
Edw. Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy king; 340 VOL, II.
And, as gross vapours perish by the sun,
Lan. This salutation overjoys my heart.
Edw. Warwick shall be my chiefest counsellor :
War. Slay me, my lord, when I offend your grace.
Edw. In solemn triumphs, and in public shows, 350 Pembroke shall bear the sword before the king. Pem. And with this sword Pembroke will fight for
you. Edw. But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside ? Be thou commander of our royal fleet; Or, if that lofty office like thee not, I make thee here Lord Marshal of the realm.
Y. Mor. My lord, I'll marshal so your enemies,
Edw. And as for you, Lord Mortimer of Chirke,
E. Mor. In this your grace hath highly honoured me, For with my nature war doth best agree.
Queen. Now is the king of England rich and strong, Having the love of his renowned peers.
i So ed. 1612.-ed. 1598 “soueraigne."
Edw. I, Isabel, ne'er was my heart so light. Clerk of the crown, direct our warrant forth For Gaveston to Ireland : (Enter Beaumont with warrant.] Beaumont, fly,
370 As fast as Iris, or Jove's Mercury.
Bea. It shall be done, my gracious lord.
Edw. Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your charge. Now let us in, and feast it royally. Against our friend the Earl of Cornwall comes, We'll have a general tilt and tournament; And then his marriage shall be solemnised. For wot you not that I have made him sure 1 Unto our cousin, the earl of Gloucester's heir ?
Lan. Such news we hear, my lord.
Edw. That day, if not for him, yet for my sake,
War. In this, or aught your highness shall command
Edw. Thanks, gentle Warwick: come, let's in and
revel. [Exeunt. Manent the MORTIMERS. E. Mor. Nephew, I must to Scotland; thou stayest
1 Affianced him.
Great Alexander loved Hephestion ;
400 For riper years will wean him from such toys.
Y. Mor. Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me;
grow so pert,
1 Eds. 1598, 1612, “Hector.” Ed. 1622 “ The conquering Hector did for Hilas weepe." 2 Cf. 2 Henry VI. i. 3 :
“She bears a duke's revenue on her back." 3 Worthless fellows. 4 So ed. 1598.-Later eds. “ others.”