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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.

thou wilt.

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
War. 'Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower,
And goods and body given to Gaveston.

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 !
This ground, which is corrupted with their steps,
Shall be their timeless sepulchre or mine.

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

Y. Mor. Wherefore is Guy of Warwick dis-

Lan. That villain Gaveston is made an earl.
E. Mor. 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,
For vailing § of his bonnet, one good look.
Thus, arm in arm, the king and he doth march:

* 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."

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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.

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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,
I will endure a melancholy life,
And let him frolic with his minion.

Archb. of Cant. My lords, to ease all this, but hear me speak:

We and the rest, that are his counsellors,
Will meet, and with a general consent
Confirm his banishment with our hands and seals.
Lan. What we confirm the king will frustrate.*
Y. Mor. Then may we lawfully revolt from


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.
Lan. Come, then, let's away.

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.


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.

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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!
Pem. Can kingly lions fawn on creeping ants?
War. Ignoble vassal, that, like Phaeton,
Aspir'st unto the guidance of the sun!

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.).

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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,
I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him.
Lan. My lord, you may not thus disparage


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;
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



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.

K. Edw. Ay, there it goes! but yet I will not

Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can.
Lan. Then linger not, my lord, but do it

Y. Mor. What we have done, our heart-blood¦ Ah, none but rude and savage-minded men

shall maintain.

Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston !
You that bet noble-born should pity him.

War. Think you that we can brook this up-
start['s] pride?

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.
E. Mor. Urge him, my lord.

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.
K. Edw. Meet you for this, proud over-daring Instead of ink, I'll write it with my tears.


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*
Of duty and allegiance due to thee.

K. Edw. It boots me not to threat; I must
speak fair:

The legate of the Pope will be obey'd.- [Aside.
My lord, you shall be Chancellor of the realm;
Thou, Lancaster, High-Admiral of our fleet;
Young Mortimer and his uncle shall be earls;
And you, Lord Warwick, President of the North;
And thou of Wales. If this content you not,
Make several kingdoms of this monarchy,
And share it equally amongst you all,
So I may have some nook or corner left,
To frolic with my dearest Gaveston.

Archb. of Cant. Nothing shall alter us; we
are resolv'd.

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.
Arch. of Cant. Now is my heart at ease.
War. And so is mine.

Pem. This will be good news to the common


E. Mor. Be it or no, he shall not linger here.
[Exeunt all except KING EDWARD,
K. Edw. How fast they run to banish him I

They would not stir, were it to do me good.
Why should a king be subject to a priest?

lords] So 4tos 1612, 1622.-2to 1598 "Lord." be] So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, "are." lown] Or loon,-i. e. base low fellow.

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Proud Rome, that hatchest such imperial grooms,
With these thy superstitious taper-lights,
Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze,
I'll fire thy crazèd buildings, and enforce
The papal towers to kiss the lowly ground,
With slaughter'd priests maket Tiber's channel

And banks rais'd higher with their sepulchres!
As for the peers, that back the clergy thus,
If I be king, not one of them shall live.

Re-enter GAVESTON.

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.
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? 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
The blessedness of Gaveston remains;
For no where else seeks he felicity.

K. Edw. And only this torments my wretched soul,

That, whether I will or no, thou must depart.
Be governor of Ireland in my stead,
And there abide till fortune call thee home.
Here, take my picture, and let me wear thine:
[They exchange pictures.
O, might I keep thee here, as I do this,
Happy were I! but now most miserable.

Gav. 'Tis something to be pitied of a king.
K. Edw. Thou shalt not hence; I'll hide thee,

*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

me more.

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 !


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.
Q. Isab. In saying this, thou wrong'st me,

Is't not enough that thou corrupt'st my lord,
And art a bawd to his affections,

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:
But I would wish thee reconcile the lords,
Or thou shalt ne'er be reconcil'd to me.

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.

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