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K. Edw. Ay, to the Tower, the Fleet, or where Nay, more, the guard upon his lordship waits, And all the court begins to flatter him.
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 stomach him, but none dare speak a word.
Y. Mor. Ah, that bewrays their baseness, Lancaster !
Bish. of Cov. For this offence be thou accurs'd of God!
K. Edw. Who's there? Convey this priest to the Tower.
Bish. of Cov. True, true.*
K. Edw. But, in the mean time, 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 beseem † his holiness.
Bnter, on one side, the elder MORTIMER, and the younger
Lan. What, will they tyrannize upon the
Were all the earls and barons of my mind, We'd + hale him from the bosom of the king, [Exeunt. 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.
War. Here comes my Lord of Canterbury's grace.
Lan. His countenance bewrays he is displeas'd.
Ah, wicked king! accursed Gaveston !
Y. Mor. Well, let that peevish Frenchman
Unless his breast be sword-proof, he shall die.
Y. Mor. Wherefore is Guy of Warwick dis-
Lan. That villain Gaveston is made an earl.
War. Ay, 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 ?
Lan. "My Lord of Cornwall" now at every word;
And happy is the man whom he vouchsafes,
* True, true] Altered by one of the modern editors to "Do, do".-Qy. "Prut, prut" (an exclamation of contempt)?
↑ may beseem] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, besceme."
Enter, on one side, the elder Mortimer, &c.] Qy. where is this scene supposed to pass?-The words of the Queen (next col.), "Unto the forest, gentle Mortimer," would lead us to fix it at Windsor; but, as the Archbishop (p. 187, first col.) begs the nobles "to cross to Lambeth," it would seem to take place in London.
§ vailing] i. e. lowering.
Smiles in his face, and whispers in his ears; And, when I come, he frowns, as who should say,
"Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston." E. Mor. Is it not strange that he is thus bewitch'd?
Y. Mor. Madam, return unto the court again: That sly inveigling Frenchman we'll exìle, Or lose our lives; and yet, ere that day come, The king shall lose his crown; for we have power,
And courage too, to be reveng'd at full.
Archb. of Cant. But yet lift not your swords against the king.
Lan. No; but we will lift Gaveston from hence. War. And war must be the means, or he'll stay still.
Q. Isab. Then let him stay; for, rather than my lord
Shall be oppress'd with civil mutinies,
Archb. of Cant. My lords, to ease all this, but hear me speak:
We and the rest, that are his counsellors,
War. But say, my lord, where shall this meeting be?
Archb. of Cant. At the New Temple. Y. Mor. Content.
Archb. of Cant.† And, in the mean time, I'll entreat you all
To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me.
Y. Mor. Madam, farewell.
Q. Isab. Farewell, sweet Mortimer; and, for my sake,
Forbear to levy arms against the king.
Y. Mor. Ay, if words will serve; if not, I must. Exeunt.
Enter GAVESTON↑ and KENT.
Gav. Edmund, the mighty prince of Lancaster, That hath more earldoms than an ass can bear, And both the Mortimers, two goodly men,
frustrate] Is a trisyllable here.
↑ Archb. of Cant.] This prefix is wanting in the old ods.
Enter Gaveston, &c.] Scene, a street perhaps.
It is our pleasure; we will have it so.
Lan. Your grace doth well to place him by your side,
For no where else the new earl is so safe.
E. Mor. What man of noble birth can brook this sight? Quam male conveniunt ! —
See, what a scornful look the peasant casts!
Y. Mor. Their downfall is at hand, their forces down:
We will not thus be fac'd and over-peer'd.
K. Edw. Lay hands on § that traitor Mortimer! E. Mor. Lay hands on that traitor Gaveston! Kent. Is this the duty that you owe your king? War. We know our duties: let him know his
K. Edw. Whither will you bear him stay, or ye shall die.
E. Mor. We are no traitors; therefore threaten not.
* Enter Lancaster, &c.] Qy. Scene, "the New Temple" (see the preceding col.), though the king exclaims, "Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne" (p. 188, first col.)? Perhaps a change of scene is supposed at p. 189, first col.
declin'd from] i. e. turned away from.
Quam male conveniunt] Was the poet thinking of Ovid,-"Non bene conveniunt," &c, Met. ii. 846?
§ on] "Here and elsewhere the measure is defective, often from the omission of otherwise unimportant sylla bles. We ought to read 'upon' instead of on."" COLLIER (apud Dodsley's 0. P.).
Gav. No, threaten not, my lord, but pay them home. Were I a king
Y. Mor. Thou, villain! wherefore talk'st thou of a king,
That hardly art a gentleman by birth?
K. Edw. Were he a peasant, being my minion,
Away, I say, with hateful Gaveston !
E. Mor. And with the Earl of Kent that favours him.
[Attendants remove GAVESTON and KENT. K. Edw. Nay, then, lay violent hands upon your king:
Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne;
Lan. Learn, then, to rule us better, and the
Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me,
Archb. of Cant. You know that I am legate to
On your allegiance to the see of Rome,
Y. Mor. Curse him, if he refuse; and then
Depose him, and elect another king.
K. Edw. Ay, there it goes! but yet I will not
Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can.
Y. Mor. What we have done, our heart-blood¦ Ah, none but rude and savage-minded men
Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston !
War. Think you that we can brook this up-
War. You that are princely-born should shake him off:
K. Eda. Anger and wrathful fury stops my
For shame, subscribe, and let the lown depart.
Archb. of Cant. Why are you mov'd? be pa-
And see what we your counsellors have done.
Y. Mor. My lords, now let us all be resolute,
Archb. of Cant. Remember how the bishop was abus'd:
Either banish him that was the cause thereof,
* fleet] i. e. float.
Or I will presently discharge these lords*
K. Edw. It boots me not to threat; I must
The legate of the Pope will be obey'd.- [Aside.
Archb. of Cant. Nothing shall alter us; we
Lan. Come, come, subscribe.
Y. Mor. Why should you love him whom the world hates so!
K. Edw. Because he loves me more than all the world.
Archb. of Cant. Are you content to banish him the realm ?
K. Edw. I see I must, and therefore am con
Y. Mor. The king
[Subscribes. love-sick for his minion. K. Edw. "Tis done: and now, accursed hand, fall off!
Lan. Give it me: I'll have it publish'd in the
Y. Mor. I'll see him presently despatch'd away.
Pem. This will be good news to the common
E. Mor. Be it or no, he shall not linger here.
They would not stir, were it to do me good.
lords] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "Lord." be] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "are." lown] Or loon,-i. e. base low fellow.
Proud Rome, that hatchest such imperial grooms,
And banks rais'd higher with their sepulchres!
Gav. My lord, I hear it whisper'd every where, That I am banish'd and must fly the land.
K. Edw. 'Tis true, sweet Gaveston: O, were it§ false !
The legate of the Pope will have it so,
And thou must hence, or I shall be depos'd.
Gav. Is all my hope turn'd to this hell of grief? K. Edw. Rend not my heart with thy toopiercing 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
K. Edw. And only this torments my wretched soul,
That, whether I will or no, thou must depart.
Gav. 'Tis something to be pitied of a king.
*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
The papal towers to kiss the holy [read "lowly "] earth." ↑ make] Old eds. “may."
↑ Re-enter Gaveston] Qy. "Enter Gaveston,”—a change of place being supposed here?
§ were it] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "were it were
Gav. I shall be found, and then 'twill grieve
K. Edw. Kind words and mutual talk makes our grief greater:
Therefore, with dumb embracement, let us part. Stay, Gaveston; I cannot leave thee thus.
Gav. For every look, my love drops* down a
Seeing I must go, do not renew my sorrow. K. Edw. The time is little that thou hast to stay,
And, therefore, give me leave to look my fill. But, come, sweet friend; I'll bear thee on thy way.
Gav. The peers will frown.
K. Edw. I passt not for their anger. Come, let's go :
O, that we might as well return as go !
Enter QUEEN ISABELLA.
Q. Isab. Whither goes my lord?
K. Edw. Fawn not on me, French strumpet; get thee gone!
Q. Isab. On whom but on my husband should I fawn?
Guv. On Mortimer; with whom, ungentle queen,
I say no more-judge you the rest, my lord.
Is't not enough that thou corrupt'st my lord,
But thou must call mine honour thus in question?
Gav. I mean not so; your grace must pardon
K. Edw. Thou art too familiar with that Mortimer,
And by thy means is Gaveston exil'd:
Q. Isab. Your highness knows, it lies not in my
K. Edw. Away, then! touch me not.-Come, Gaveston.
Q. Isab. Villain, 'tis thou that robb'st me of my lord.
Gav. Madam, 'tis you that rob me of my lord.
my love drops] Old eds. ". my lord drops." t pass] i. e. care.
Enter Queen Isabella] Old eds. "Enter Edmund [i. e. Kent] and Queene Isabell”: but the entrance of Kent seems to have been marked here by mistake.