Upon my oath, I will return him back. ARUN. My lord of Lancaster, what say you in this? Y. MOR. How say you, my lord of Warwick? I know how 'twill prove. PEM. Then give him me. GAV. Sweet sovereign, yet I come To see thee ere I die. WAR. Not yet perhaps, If Warwick's wit and policy prevail. Y. MOR. My lord of Pembroke, we deliver him to you; Return him on your honour. Sound, away. [Exeunt all but Pembroke, Matrevis, Gaveston, and Pembroke's Men. PEM. [To Matrevis.] My lord, you shall me. My house is not far hence; out of the A little, but our men shall go along. way We that have pretty wenches to our wives, go with Sir, must not come so near to baulk their lips. To draw a prince. PEM. So, my lord. Come hither James: I do commit this Gaveston to thee, Be thou this night his keeper, in the morning We will discharge thee of thy charge; be gone. GAV. Unhappy Gaveston, whither goest thou now? [Exit with Pembroke's men. HORSE-BOY. My lord, we'll quickly be at Cobham. Enter GAVESTON mourning, and the Earl of Pembroke's Men. GAV. O treacherous Warwick! thus to wrong thy friend. JAMES. I see it is your life these arms pursue. GAV. Weaponless must I fall? and die in bands? Oh! must this day be period of my life, Centre of all my bliss? And ye be men, Enter WARWICK and his company. Strive you no more— e-I will have that Gaveston. JAMES. Your lordship doth dishonour to yourself, And wrong our lord, your honourable friend. WAR. No, James, it is my country's cause I follow. Go, take the villain; soldiers, come away, We'll make quick work. Commend me to your master, My friend, and tell him that I watch'd it well. Gav. Treacherous earl, shall I not see the king? WAR. The king of heaven perhaps, no other king. Away! [Exeunt Warwick and his men with Gaves. JAMES. Come, fellows, it booteth not for us to strive, We will in haste go certify our lord. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter KING EDWARD and Young SPENCER, with drums and fifes. EDW. I long to hear an answer from the barons, My lovely Pierce of Gaveston again! Y. SPEN. Were I king Edward, England's sovereign, Son to the lovely Eleanor of Spain, Great Edward Longshank's issue, would I bear Be counterbuft of your nobility. Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles! EDW. Yea, gentle Spencer, we have been too mild, Too kind to them; but now have drawn our sword, And if they send me not my Gaveston, We'll steel it on their crest, and poll their tops. BALD. This haught resolve becomes your majesty Not to be tied to their affection, As though your highness were a school-boy still, EDW. Welcome, old man ; com'st thou in Edward's aid? Then tell the prince of whence, and what thou art. O. SPEN. Lo, with a band of bow-men and of pikes, Brown bills and targeteers, four hundred strong, Sworn to defend king Edward's royal right, I come in person to your majesty, Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there, Y. SPEN. True, and it like your grace, That pours, in lieu of all your goodness shown, His life, my lord, before your princely feet. EDW. Welcome ten thousand times, old man, again. Because we hear lord Bruce doth sell his land, Enter the QUEEN and her son, and LEVUNE, a EDW. Madam, what news? QUEEN. News of dishonour, lord, and discontent. Our friend Levune, faithful and full of trust, Informeth us, by letters and by words, That Valois our brother, king of France, Because your highness hath been slack in homage, Hath seized Normandy into his hands. EDW. Welcome, Levune. Tush, Sib, if this be all, Valois and I will soon be friends again. |