Lan. Learn then to rule us better, and the realm. Mor. jun. What we have done, Our heart-blood shall maintain. War. Think you that we can brook this up start pride? Edw. Anger and wrathful fury stops my speech. Arch. Why are you moved? be patient, my lord, And see what we, your counsellors, have done. Mo jun. 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, sort. Mor. sen. Be it or no, he shall not linger here. [Exeunt NOBLES. Edw. How fast they run to banish him I love! They would not stir, were it to do me good. Arch. You know that I'am legate to the pope; Why should a king be subject to a priest? On your allegiance to the see of Rome, Subscribe, as we have done, to his exile. Proud Rome! that hatchest such imperial grooms, Mor. jun. Curse him, if he refuse; and then Wherewith thy Antichristian churches blaze, The legate of the pope will be obeyed.-[Aside. Arch. Nothing shall alter us--we are resolved. Mor. jun. Why should you love him, Whom the world hates so? I'll fire thy crazed buildings, and enforce And banks rise higher with their sepulchres! Enter GAVESTON. Gave. My lord, I hear it whispered every-where, The legate of the pope will have it so, Gave. Is all my hope turned to this hell of grief? ston; Edw. Because he loves me more than all the But to forsake you, in whose gracious looks world. Ah! none but rude and savage-minded men, For shame, subscribe! and let the loon depart. Arch. Are you content to banish him the realm? The blessedness of Gaveston remains; Edw. And only this torments my wretched soul, 20 Fleet.-Fleet is the old word for float .See Notes by Mr Steevens, Mr Tollet, and Mr Tyrwhitt, on Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. S. 14. Edw. Thou shalt not hence-I'll hide thee, Gaveston. Gave. I shall be found, and then 'twill grieve me more. Edw. Kind words, and mutual talk, makes our grief greater: Therefore, with dumb embracement, let us part- tear: Seeing I must go, do not renew my sorrow. 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. Gave. The peers will frown. Edw. I pass not for their auger-Come, let's go; O that we might as well return as go! Enter EDMUND and Queen ISABEL. Queen. Whither goes my lord? Edw. Fawn not on me, French strumpet! get thee gone. Queen. On whom but on my husband should I fawn? Gave. On Mortimer! with whom, ungentle Queen. Villain! 'tis thou that rob'st me of my lord. Gave. Madam! 'tis you that robs me of my lord. Edw. Speak not unto her; let her droop and pine. Queen. Wherein, my lord, have I deserved these Witness the tears that Isabella sheds, Edw. And witness heaven how dear thou art to There weep; for till my Gaveston be repealed, Assure thyself thou com'st not in my sight. [Exeunt EDWARD and GAVESTON. Queen. O miserable and distressed queen! Would, when I left sweet France, and was embarked, That charming Circe, walking on the waves, Had changed my shape, or at the marriage-day The cup of Hymen had been full of poison, Or with those arms that twined about my neck, Enter the Nobles. Lan. Look where the sister of the king of Sits wringing of her hands, and beats her breast! Mor. sen. Why, he is gone. Mor. jun. Madam, how fares your grace? Queen. Ah! Mortimer! now breaks the king's hate forth, And he confesseth that he loves me not. Mor. jun. Cry quittance, madam, then, and love not him. Queen. No, rather will I die a thousand deaths; And yet I love in vain-he'll ne'er love me. Lan. Fear ye not, madam: now his minion's I mean that vile torpedo, Gaveston, Mor. jun. It is impossible; but speak your Queen. Then thus; but none shall hear it but ourselves. Lan. My lords, albeit the queen win Mortimer, Will you be resolute, and hold with me? Mor. sen. Not I, against my nephew. Pem. Fear not, the queen's words cannot alter War. No? do but mark how earnestly she pleads. Lan. I'll rather lose his friendship I, than grant. Lan. In no respect can contraries be true. Queen. Yet, good my lord, hear what he can alledge. War. All that he speaks is nothing, we are resolved. Mor. jun. Do you not wish that Gaveston were dead? Pem. I would he were. Mor. jun. Why then, my lord, give me but leave to speak. Mor.sen. But, nephew, do not play the sophister. Mor. jun. This which I urge is of a burning zeal, To mend the king, and do our country good. Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends, As he will front the mightiest of us all? And whereas he shall live and be beloved, 'Tis hard for us to work his overthrow. War. Mark you but that, my lord of Lancaster. Mor. jun. But were he here detested as he is, How easily might some base slave be suborned, To greet his lordship with a poynard, And none so much as blame the murderer, Lan. Ay, but how chance this was not done be Mor. jun. Because, my lords, it was not thought To banish him, and then to call him home; Mor, sen. But how if he do not, nephew? For, howsoever we have borne it out, Lan. On that condition, Lancaster will grant. Mor. jun. In this I count me highly gratified, And Mortimer will rest at your command. Queen. And when this favour Isabel forgets, Then let her live abandoned and forlorn. But see in happy time, my lord the king, Having brought the Earl of Cornwal on his way, Is new returned. This news will glad him much; Yet not so much as me; I love bin more Than he can Gaveston. Would he loved me But half so much! then were I treble blessed. Enter King EDWARD, mourning. Edw. He's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn. Did never sorrow go so near my heart, Edw. My heart is as an anvil unto sorrow, Lan. Diablo, what passions call you these? Queen. My gracious lord, I come to bring you Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good success. Than I may fetch from this rich treasure- Edw. Once more receive my hand; and let A second marriage 'twixt thyself and me. Edw. Ay, Isabel, ne'er was my heart so light. Beau. It shall be done, my gracious lord. Now let us in and feast it royally, Against our friend the Earl of Cornwal comes: Queen. And may it prove more happy than the We'll have a general tilt and tournament; first! My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair, Edw. Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy king, Lan. This salutation overjoys my heart. War. Slay me, my lord, when I offend your Edw. In solemn triumphs, and in public shows, Pembroke shall bear the sword before the king. Pem. And with this sword Pembroke will fight for you. Edw. But wherefore walks young Mortimer Be thou commander of our royal fleet; As England shall be quiet, and you safe. Edw. And as for you, lord Mortimer of Chirke, And then his marriage shall be solemnized. Edw. That day, if not for him, yet for my sake, Edw. Thanks, gentle Warwick: come, let's in Manent MORTIMERS. Mor. sen. Nephew, I must to Scotland; thou Leave now to oppose thyself against the king, not me; Mor. sen. In this your grace hath highly hon- But this I scorn, that one so basely born oured me, For with my nature war doth best agree. Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, Queen. Now is the king of England rich and While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, strong, Having the love of his renowned peers. He wears a lord's revenue on his back, 21 Like thee not-See the Note to Cornelia, p. 244. 22 Hercules-All the editions read Hector. S. P. 23 He jets it in the court-To jel is to strut about, or walk in a supercilious, affected, or haughty manner. So in Greene's Quip for an upstart Courtier, &c. 1592:-" To see in that place such a strange headlesse courtier jettinge up and downe like the usher of a fense-schoole about to play his prise." Ibid "Was he not called to be dictator from the plough, and after many victories, what, did he jet up and down the court, in costly garments and velvet breeches?" Churchyard's Challenge, 1593, p. 228: "Some in their ruffe would jet about the hall." Deckkar's Bel-man of London, B. 2 :-" How villainy jettes in silks, and like a god adorde!" With base outlandish 24 cullions at his heels, Mor. jun. Then so am I, and live to do him service; But whilst I have a sword, a band, a heart, I will not yield to any such upstart. You know my mind: come, uncle, let's away. [Exeunt. Enter SPENCER and BALDOCK. Which of the nobles dost thou mean to serve? Spen. Not Mortimer, nor any of his side; Because the king and he are enemies. Baldock, learn this of me; a factious lord Shall hardly do himself good, much less us; But he that hath the favour of a king May with one word advance us while we live: The liberal earl of Cornwal is the man, On whose good fortune Spencer's hope depends. Bal. What! mean you then to be his follower? Spen. No, his companion; for he loves me well, And would have once preferred me to the king. Bul. But he is banished, there's small hope of him. Spen. Ay, for a while: but, Baldock, mark the end. A friend of mine told me in secresy, That he's repealed, and sent for back again; And even now a post came from the court With letters to our lady from the king; And as she read she smiled, which makes me think It is about her lover Gaveston. Bal. 'Tis like enough; for since he was exiled, She neither walks abroad, nor comes in sight. But I had thought the match had been broke off, And that his banishment had changed her mind. Spen. Our lady's first love is not wavering: My life for thine, she will have Gaveston. Bal. Then hope I by her means to be preferred, Having read unto her since she was a child. 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, Bal. Spencer, thou know'st I hate such formal toys, And use them but of mere hypocrisy. ness; Which made me curate-like in mine attire, 26 I am none of these common pedants, I, And hath a special gift to form a verb. Lady. The grief for his exile was not so much, [Reads. I will not long be from thee though I dic. See that my coach be ready, I must hence. Spen. I knew the king would have him home again. Lady. If all things 27 sort out, as I hope they will, 24 Cullions-See Note 87 to Gammer Gurton's Needle. 25 Or making low legs-See Note 20 to The Parson's Wedding. 26 I am none of these common pedants, I—Dr Farmer observes, that this duplication of the pronoun was formerly very common. See several instances of it by him, Mr Steevens, and Mr Malone, in note to se cond Part of King Henry IV. A. 2. S. 4. 27 Sort out-Succeed, or take effect. Sortir effect. Cotgrave. |