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Edw. Nay, then, lay violent hands upon your king: Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne; Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown. Was ever king thus over-rul'd as I ?
Lan. Learn, then, to rule us better, and the realm. Y. Mor. What we have done, our heart-blood
shall maintain. . War. Think you that we can brook this upstart
pride? Edw. Anger and wrathful fury stops my speech. ARCHB. OF Cant. Why are you mov'd ? be pa
tient, my lord, And see what we your counsellors have done.
Y. Mor. My lords, now let us all be resolute, And either have our wills, or lose our lives.
Edw. Meet you for this, proud over-daring peers ? Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me, This isle shall fleet || upon the ocean, And wander to the unfrequented Inde. ARCHB. Of Cant. You know that I am legate to
the Pope: On your allegiance to the see of Rome, Subscribe, as we have done, to his exile.
Y. Mor. Curse him, if he refuse; and then may we Depose him, and elect another king.
Edw. Ay, there it goes! but yet I will not yield: Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can.
Lan. Then linger not, my lord, but do it straight.
ARCHB. Of Cant. Remember how the bishop was
Edw. It boots me not to threat; I must speak fair:
resolvd. Lan. Come, come, subscribe. Y. Mor. Why should you love him whom the
world hates so ? Edw. Because he loves me more than all the world. Ah, none but rude and savage-minded men Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston ! You that be s noble-born should pity him. War. You that are princely-born should shake
lords] So 4tos 1612, 1622.—2to 1598 “ Lord.” ( be] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, “ are.”
For shame, subscribe, and let the lown* depart.
E. Mor. Urge him, my lord.
[Subscribes. Y. Mor. The king is love-sick for his minion. Edw. 'Tis done: and now, accursèd hand, fall off! Lan. Give it me: I'll have it publish'd in the streets. Y. Mor. I'll see him presently despatch'd away. ARCHB. OF Cant. Now is my heart at ease. WAR. And so is mine. Pem. This will be good news to the common sort. E. Mor. Be it or no, he shall not linger here.
. [Exeunt all except KING EDWARD, Edw. How fast they run to banish him I love ! They would not stir, were it to do me good. Why should a king be subject to a priest ? Proud Rome, that hatchest such imperial grooms, With these thy superstitious taper-lights, Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze, I'll fire thy crazed buildings, and enforce The papal towers + to kiss the lowly ground,
* lown] Or loon,-i. e. base low fellow.
+ The papal towers, &c.] The modern editors print “ Thy papal towers,” &c: but, towards the end of The Massacre at Paris, Marlowe has,
“ I'll fire his crazed buildings, and incense
With slaughter'd priests make+ Tyber's channel swell,
Re-enter GAVESTON. Gav. My lord, I hear it whisper'd every where, That I am banish'd and must fly the land.
Edw. 'Tis true, sweet Gaveston: oh, were it I false! The legate of the Pope will have it so, And thou must hence, or I shall be depos’d. But I will reign to be reveng'd of them ; And therefore, sweet friend, take it patiently. Live where thou wilt, I'll send thee gold enough ; And long thou shalt not stay; or, if thou dost, I'll come to thee: my love shall ne'er decline. Gav. Is all my hope turn'd to this hell of grief? Edw. Rend not my heart with thy too-piercing
words: Thou from this land, I from myself am banish’d.
Gav. To go from hence grieves not poor Gaveston; But to forsake you, in whose gracious looks The blessedness of Gaveston remains ; For no where else seeks he felicity.
Edw. And only this torments my wretched soul, That, whether I will or no, thou must depart.
Be governor of Ireland in my stead,
[They exchange pictures.
Gav. 'Tis something to be pitied of a king.
grief greater: Therefore, with dumb embracement, let us part. Stay, Gaveston; I cannot leave thee thus.
Gav. For every look, my lord, drops $ down a tear:
Edw. The time is little that thou hast to stay,
Edw. I pass || not for their anger. Come, let's go:
Ø my lord, drops] One of the modern editors prints “my love drops.”
Il pass] i. e. care.