ACT II. SCENE I. A Hall in the Earl of Glocester's Castle. Enter the younger SPENSER and BALDOCK. Bald. Spenser, Seeing that our lord the Earl of Glocester's dead, Y. Spen. Not Mortimer, nor any of his side, Bald. What, mean you, then, to be his follower? 5 ΙΟ Bald. But he is banish'd; there's small hope of him. 15 Y. Spen. Ay, for a while; but, Baldock, mark the end. A friend of mine told me in secrecy That he's repeal'd, and sent for back again; And even now a post came from the court And as she read she smil'd; which makes me think Bald. 'Tis like enough; for since he was exil'd Y. Spen. Our lady's first love is not wavering; 20 25 Bald. Then hope I by her means to be preferr'd, Having read unto her since she was a child. 30 Y. Spen. Then, Baldock, you must cast the scholar off, And learn to court it like a gentleman. 'Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet cap'd cloak, fac'd before with serge, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, 35 Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a nobleman, Or looking downward with your eyelids close, And saying, 'Truly, an 't may please your honour,' 40 You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves. Bald. Spenser, thou know'st I hate such formal toys, And use them but of mere hypocrisy. 45 Mine old lord whiles he liv'd was so precise, That he would take exceptions at my buttons, And, being like pins' heads, blame me for the bigness; And apt for any kind of villany. 50 I am none of these common pedants, I, That cannot speak without propterea quod. Y. Spen. But one of those that saith, quandoquidem, And hath a special gift to form a verb. 55 Bald. Leave off this jesting; here my lady comes. Enter KING EDWARD'S Niece. Niece. The grief for his exile was not so much This letter came from my sweet Gaveston : I know thou couldst not come and visit me: I will not long be from thee, though I die— 60 [Reads. When I forsake thee, death seize on my heart! [Reads. But stay thee here where Gaveston shall sleep. [Puts the letter into her bosom. Now to the letter of my lord the king. He wills me to repair unto the court, And meet my Gaveston: why do I stay, See that my coach be ready, I must hence. Bald. It shall be done, madam. 70 [Exit BALDOCK. Niece. And meet me at the park-pale presently. Spenser, stay you and bear me company, For I have joyful news to tell thee of; Spen. I knew the king would have him home again. Niece. Come, lead the way; I long till I am there. 75 80 [Exeunt. SCENE II. Tynmouth Castle. Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN ISABELLA, KENT, LANCASTER, the younger MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, and Attendants. K. Edw. The wind is good, I wonder why he stays; I fear me he is wreck'd upon the sea. Q. Isab. Look, Lancaster, how passionate he is, And still his mind runs on his minion! Lan. My lord, 5 K. Edw. How now! what news? is Gaveston arrived? Y. Mor. Nothing but Gaveston! what means your grace? You have matters of more weight to think upon; The King of France sets foot in Normandy. K. Edw. A trifle! we 'll expel him when we please. 10 But tell me, Mortimer, what's thy device Against the stately triumph we decreed? Y. Mor. A homely one, my lord; not worth the telling. K. Edw. Pray thee, let me know it. Y. Mor. But, seeing you're so desirous, thus it is: 15 A lofty cedar-tree, fair flourishing, On whose top-branches kingly eagles perch, 20 K. Edw. And what is yours, my lord of Lancaster? Lan. My lord, mine's more obscure than Mortimer's. Pliny reports there is a flying-fish Which all the other fishes deadly hate, And therefore, being pursu'd, it takes the air: 25 No sooner is it up, but there's a fowl That seizeth it: this fish, my lord, I bear; And in your shields display your rancorous minds? Against the Earl of Cornwall and my brother? 35 Q. Isab. Sweet husband, be content, they all love you. I am that cedar; shake me not too much; 'Tis not the hugest monster of the sea, 40 45 Y. Mor. If in his absence thus he favours him, What will he do whenas he shall be present? Lan. That shall we see; look where his lordship comes! Welcome to Tynmouth! welcome to thy friend! 50 When she was lock'd up in a brazen tower, 55 Gav. Sweet lord and king, your speech preventeth mine; Yet have I words left to express my joy: The shepherd, nipt with biting winter's rage, 60 66 K. Edw. Will none of you salute my Gaveston ? 71 K. Edw. Still will these earls and barons use me thus. [Aside. K. Edw. Return it to their throats; I'll be thy warrant. 75 |