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To offer violence to his sovereign.

That muster rebels thus against your king)
We would but' rid the realm of Gaveston : To see bis royal sovereign once again.
Tell us where he reinains, and he shall die.

Enter the Nobles.
Queen. He's gone by water unto Scarborough;
Pursue him quickly, and he cannot 'scape; War. Upon him, soldiers, take away his wea.
The king hath left him, and his train is small.

pons. Wur. 37 Forslow no time, sweet Lancaster, let's Mor. jun. Thou proud disturber of thy counmarch. .

try's peace, Mor. How comes it that the king and he are Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils, parted ?

Base flatterer, yield ! and were it not for shame, Queen. That thus your army, going several Shame and dishonour to a soldier's name, ways,

Upon any weapon's point here should'st thou fall, Might be of lesser force; and with the power

And welter in thy gore. That he intendeth presently to raise,

Lar. Monster of men! that, like the Greekish Be easily suppressed; therefore be gone.

strumpet, Mor. Here in the river rides a Flemish hoy; Traineth to arms and bloody wars Let's all aboard, and follow him amain.

So many valiant knights; Lan. The wind that bears him hence will fill Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death; our sails :

King Edward is not here to buckler thee,
Come, come aboard, 'tis but an hour's sailing. War. Lancaster, why talk'st thou to the slave?

Mor. Macam, stay you within this castle fiere. Go, soldiers, take him hence;
Queen. No, Mortimer, I'll to my lord the king. For by my sword his head shall off :-
Mor. Nay, rather sail with us to Scarborough. Gaveston, short warning shall serve thy turn.

Queen. You know the king is so suspicious, It is our country's cause,
As, if he bear I have but talked with you, That here severely we will execute
Mine hronour will be called in question;

Upon thy person :-- hang him upou a bough. And therefore, gentle Mortimer, be gone.

Gav. My lords ! Mor. Madam, I cannot stay to aliswer you,

War. Soldiers, have him away;But think of Mortimer as he deserves.

But for thou wert the favourite of a king, Queen. So well hast thou deserved, sweet Mor- Thou shalt have so much honour at our hands. timer,

Gav. I thank you all my lords: then I perceive As Isabell could live with thee for ever.

That heading is one, and hanging is the other,
In vain I look for love at Edward's hand, And death is all.
Whose eyes are fixed on none but Gaveston:

Enter the Enrl of ARUNDEL.
Yet once more I'll importune him with prayer;
If he be strange, and not regard my words, Lan. How now, my lord of Arundel?
My son and I will orer into France,

Arun. My lords, King Edward greets you all And to the king any brother there complain,

by me. llow Gaveston hath robb’d me of his love :

War. Arundel, say your message. But yet I hope my sorrows will have end,

Arun. His majesty, hearing that you had taken And Gaveston this blessed day be slain. [Exeunt.


Intreateth you by me, but that he may
Enter GAVESTON pursued.

See him before he dies; for why, he says, Gav. Yet, lusty lords, I have escaped your and sends you word, he knows that die he shall; hands,

And, if you gratify his grace so far,
Your threats, your larums, and your hot pursuits; He will be mindful of the courtesy.
And, though divorced from king Edward's eyes, War. How now?
Yet liveth Pierce of Gaveston unsurprised,

Gao. Renowned Edward, how thy name
Breathing, iu hope (38 malgrado all your beards, 39 Revives poor Gavęston!

37 Forslok no time, sweet Lancaster, let's march-i. e. Lose no time, do not delay.

So, in Ben Jonson's Every Man out of his Humour, A.5. S. 8:-"Now therefore, if you can think upon any present means for his delivery, do not foreslow it."

Lyly's Euphucs, p. 52 :—“Let her foreslow no occasion that may bring the childe to quyetnesse."

The Curtain Drawer of the World, by W. Parkes, 1612, p. 8:—“How coines it then that prevention never comes that men see this, yet foresee it not that men know this, yet foreslow it not."

See also the Third Part of King Henry VI. A. 2. S. 3. and Mr Steevens's Note thereon.
38 Malgrado-Ital. maugre, in despite of, Florio's Dictionary, 1598.
39 All your beards—To beard a person, is to oppose him to his face.
Again, p. 365 :

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War. No, it needeth not:

I know how 'twill prove.
Arundel, we will gratify the king

Pem. Then give him me.
In other matters, he must pardon us in this.- Gav. Sweet sorereign, yet I come
Soldiers, away with him.

To see thee ere I die.
Gau. Why, my lord of Warwick,

Wur. Not yet, perhaps, Will these delays beget me any hopes ?

If Warwick's wit and policy prevail. [Aside. I know it, lords, it is this life you aim at,

Mor. jun. My lord of Pembroke, we deliver Yet grant king Edward this. Mor.jun. Shalt thou appoint what we shall Return him on your honour, sound. Away. grant!

(Eseunt. Soldiers, away with him : Thus we'll gratify the king,

Manent PEMBROKE, MATREVIS, GAVEston, and We'll send his head by thee, let him bestow

PEMBROKE's Men, four Soldiers. His tears on that, for that is all he gets

Pem. My lord, you shall go with me.
Of Gaveston, or else his senseless trubk.

My house is not tar hence, out of the way
Lan. Not so, my lords, lest he bestow more cost A little; but our men shall go along.
In burying him, than he hath ever earned. We that have pretty wenches to our wives,

Arun. My lords, it is his majesty's request, Sir, must not come so near to haulk their lips.
And on the honour of a king he swears,

Mat. 'Tis very kindly spoke, my lord of PeraHe will but talk with bim, and send him back.

broke; War. When, can you tell ? Arundel, no; we Your honour hath an adamant of power wot,

To draw a prince. He that the care of his realm remits,

Pem. So, my lord.-Come hither, James; And drives his nobles to these exigents

I do commit this Gaveston to thee, For Gaveston, will, if he seize him once, Be thou this night his keeper; in the morning Violate any promise to possess him.

We will discharge thee of thy charge; be gone. Arun. Then, if you will not trust his grace in Gao. Unhappy Gaveston, whither goest thou keep,


| Erit cum sero. Pem, My lords, I will be pledge for his return.

Horse-boy. My lord, we'll quickly be at Cobham. Mor. jun. It is honourable in thee to offer this;

[Exeunt und But for we know thou art a noble gentleman, We will not wrong thee so,

Enter GAVESTOX mourning, and the Earl of To make away a true man for a thief.

PEMBROKE's men. Gad. Hou meanest thou, Mortimer? this is Gao. O treacherous Warwick! thus to wrong over base.

thy friend. Mor. Away, base groom, robber of king's re- Jumes. I see it is your life these arms pursue. nown,

Gad. Weaponless must I fall? and die in Question with thy companions and thy mates.

bands? Pem. My lord Mortimer, and you my lords, O must this day be period of my life! each one,

Center of all iny bliss !-and ye be men,
To gratifs the king's request therein,

Speed to the king.
Touching the sending of this Gaveston,
Because his majesty so earnestly

Enter WARWICK and his Company.
Desires to see the man before his death,

War. My lord of Pembroke's men, I will upon mine honour undertake

Strive you no more, I will have that Gareston. To carry him, and bring him back again ;

James. Your Lordship doth dishonour to your Provided this, that you, my lord of Arundel,

self, Will join with me.

And wrong our lord, your honourable friend. War. Pembroke, what wilt thou do?

Wur. No, James, it is my country's cause I Cause yet more bloodshed? is it not enough

follow. That we have taken him, but must we now Go, take the villain; soldiers, come away, Leave hiin on had I wist, and let him go? We'll make quick work. Commend me to your Pem. My lords, I will not over-woo your ho

master, nours,

My friend, and tell him that I watched it well. But, if you dare trust Pembroke with the prisoner, Come iet thy shadow parley with king Edward, Upon iny oath I will return him back.

Gav. Treacherous earl! shall not I see the Arun. My lord of Lancaster, what say you in

king? this?

War. The king of hearen perhaps, no other Lan. Why I say, let him go on Pembroke's

king. word.

Away: Pem. And you, lord Mortimer ? Mor. fun, flow say you, my lord of Warwick? [Exeunt Warwick and his Men, with GaveWar. Nay, do your pleasures,

STON. Munent James, cum cæteris.

James. Come, fellows, it booteth not for us to Sworn to defend king Edward's royal right,

I come in person to your majesty;
We will in haste go certify our lord. [Ereunt. Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there,
Enter King Edward and Spencer, with Drums For favour done in him unto us all.

Bound to your highness everlastingly,
und Fifes.

Edw. Thy father, Spencer? Edw. I long to hear an answer from the barons, Spen. jun. True, and it like your grace, Touching my friend, my dearest Gaveston. That pours in lieu of all your goodness shown, Ah! Spencer, not the riches of my realm His life, my lord, before your princely feet. Can ransom him! ah, he is marked to die !

Edw. Welcome ten thousand times, old man, I know the malice of the younger Mortimer,

again. Warwick I know is rough, and Lancaster Spencer, this love, this kindness to thy king, Inexorable, and I shall never sec

Argues thy noble mind and disposition. My lovely Pierce of Gaveston again.

Spencer, I here create thee earl of Wiltshire, The barons overbear me with their pride. And daily will enrich thee with our favour,

Spen. Were I king Edward, England's sovereign, That, as the sun-shine, shall reflect o'er thee. Son to the lovely Elcanor of Spain,

Besides, the more to manifest our love,
Great Edward Longshank's issue, would I bear Because we hear lord Bruce duth sell his land,
These braves, this rage, and suffer uncontroul'd And that the Mortiniers are in hand withal,
These barons thus to beard me in my land, Thou shalt have crowns of us t'outbid the barons:
In mine own realm? my lord, pardon my specchi And, Spencer, spare them not, lay it on.
Did you retain your father's magnanimity, Soldiers, a largess and thrice welcome all.
Did you regard the honour of your naine,

Spen. My lord, here comes the queen.
You would not suffer thus your majesty
Be counterbuft of your

Enter the Queen and her Son, and LEVUNE G nobility. Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles;

Frenchman. No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest,

Edw. Madam, what news? As by their preachments they will profit inuch,

Queen. News of dishonour, lord, and discontent, And learn obedience to their lawful king.

Our friend Levune, faithful and full of trust, Edw. Yea, gentle Spencer, we have been too Informeth us, by letters and by words, inild,

That Valois our brother, king of France, Too kind to them; but now have drawn our

Because your highness hath been slack in homage, sword,

Hath seized Normandy into his hands. And, if they send me not my Gaveston,

These be the letters, this the messenger. We'll steel it on their crest, and poll their tops.

Edw. Welcome, Levune.–Tush, Sib, if this be Bal. This haught resolve becomes your Ma

all, jesty;

Valois and I will soon be friends again. You ought not to be tied to their affection,

But to my Gaveston : shall I never see, As though your highness were a school-boy still,

Never behold thee more? Madam, in this matter And must be awed and governed like a child. We will employ you and your little son;

You shall go parley with the king of France.Enter Hugu SPENCER an Old Mun, Father to the Boy, see you bear you bravely to the king,

Young Spencer, with his Trunchion and And do your message with a majesty,

Prince. Commit not to my youth things of Spen. sen. Long live my sovereign, the noble

more weight Edward,

Than fits a prince so young as I to bear, In peace triumphant, fortunate in wars! And fear not, lord and father, heaven's great beams Edw. Welcome, old man: com’st thou in Ed-On Atlas' shoulder shall not lie more safe, ward's aid?

Than shall your charge committed to my trust. Then tell the prince of whence, and what thou art. Queen. Ah, boy! this towardness makes thy Spen. sen. Lo, with a band of bowmen and of

mother fear pikes,

Thou art not marked to many days on earth. 4° Brown-bills, and targiteers, four hundred Edw. Madam, we will that you with speed be strong,


Brown-bills-" The old weapon of the English infantry, which, says Temple, gave the most ghax ly and deplorable wounds. It may be called the falcata securis. Dr Jobnson's Note oo Much ado about Ne thing, A. 3. S. 8.

in the last edition of Shakespeare, the reader will find representations of the several kinds of bells which were formerly in use.

And this our son ; Levune shall follow you By this right hand ! and by my father's : Word With all the haste we can dispatch him hence.

And all the honours 'longing to my crown! Chuse of our lords to bear you company,

I will have heads, and lives for him, as many And go in peace; leave us in wars at home. As I have manors, castles, towns, and towers. Queen. Unnatural wars, where subjects brave Treacherous Warwick ! traitorous Mortimer ! their king;

If I be England's king, in lakes of gore God end them once.—My lord, I take my leave, Your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail, To make my preparation for France.

That you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood, Enter Lord MATREVIS.

And stain my royal standard with the same;

That so my bloody colours may suggest Edw. What, lord Matrevis, dost thou come Remembrance of revenge immortally, alone ?

On your accursed traitorous progens,
Mat. Yea, my good lord, for Gaveston is dead. You villains, that have slain my Gaveston.
Edw. Ah, traitors ! have they put my friend to And in this place of honour and of trust,

Spencer, sweet Spencer, I adopt thee here; Tell me, Matrevis, died he ere thou camest, And merely of our love we do create thee Or did'st thou see my friend to take his death? Earl of Glo'ster, and lord chamberlain,

Mat. Neither, iny lord; for as he was surprised, Despite of times, despite of enemies. Begirt with weapons, and with enemies round, Spen. My lord, here is a messenger from the I did your bighness' message to thein all;

Denuanding him of them, entreating rather, Desires access unto your Majesty.
And said, upon the honour of my name,

Edw. Admit him near.
That I would undertake to carry him
Unto your highness, and to bring him back.

Enter the Herald from the Barons, with his coat Edw. And tell me, would the rebels deny me

of arms. that?

Messen. Long live king Edward, England's lawSpen. Proud recreants !

ful lord ! Edw. Yea, Spencer, traitors all.

Edw. So wish not they I 41 wis that sent thee Mat. I found them at the first inexorable :

bither. The earl of Warwick would not bide the bearing, Thou comest from Mortiiner and his accomplices; Mortimer hardly, Pembroke and Lancaster

A ranker root of rebels never was.
Spake least : and when they flatly had denied, Well, say thy message.
Refusing to receive me pledge for him,

Messen. The barons up in arms, by me salute
The earl of Pembroke mildly thus bespake : Your highness with long life and happiness;
My lords, because our sovereign sends for him, And bid me say, as plainer to your grace,
And promiseth le shall be safe returned, That if, without effusion of blood,
I will this undertake, to have him hence, You will this grief have case and remedy;
And see him re-delivered to your hands.

That from your princely person you remove Edw. Well, and how fortunes that he came not? This Spencer, as a putrefying branch, Spen. Some treason, or some villainy, was the That deads the royal vine, whose golden leaves

Empale your princely head, your diadem; Mat. The earl of Warwick seized bim on his whosc brightness such pernicious upstarts dim, way.

Say they, and lovingly advise your grace, For being delivered unto Pembroke's men, To cherish virtue and nobility, Their lord rode home, thinking his prisoner safe; And have old servitors in high esteem, But ere he came, Warwick in ambush lay, And shake off smooth dissembling flatterers : And bare him to his death, and in a trench This granted, they, their honours, and their lives, Struck off his head, and march'd ynto the camp. Are to your highness vowed and conse rate. Spen. A bloody part

, Aatly 'gainst law of arms. Spen. Ah, traitors! will they still display their Edw. O shall I speak! or shall I sigh and die !

pride? Spen. My lord, refer your vengeance to the Edw. Away, tarry no answer, but be gone! sword

Rebels, will they appoint their sovereign Upon these barons : bearten up your men ;

His sports, his pleasures, and his company? Let them not unrevenged murder your friends! Yet ere thou go, see how I do divorce Advance your standard, Edward, in the field,

[Embraces Spencer. And march to fire them from their starting holes. Spencer from me-Now get thee to thy lords,

[Edward kneels, and saith: And tell them I will come to chastise them Edw. By earth, the common mother of us all! For murthering Gaveston : bie thee! get thee By heaven, and all the moving orbs thereof '




41 WinSee Note 89 to Gammer Gurton's Needle..



Edward, with fire and sword, follows at thy heels.- War. A desperate and unnatural resolution !
My lord, perceive you how these rebels swell? Alarum to the fight, 42 St George for England,
Soldiers, good hearts, defend your, sovereign's right, And the barons' right.
For now, even now, we march to make them stoop. Edw. St George for England, and king Ed-

ward's right!

[Ereunt. Alarums, Ercursions, a great Fight, and a

Re-enter EDWARD, with the Barons, captides. Retreat.

Edw. Now, lusty lords, now, not by chance of Enter the King, SPENCER the Father, SPENCER

war, the Son, and the Noblemen of the King's side. But justice of the quarrel, and the cause, Edw. Why do we sound retreat? upon them, Vailed is your pride; methinks you hang the lords !

heads, This ay I shall pour vengeance


sword But we'll advance them, traitors ; now 'tis time On those proud rebels that are up in arms,

To be avenged on you for all your braves, And do confront and countermand their king.

And for the murder of my dearest friend, Spen. jun. 1 doubt it not, my lord, right will To whom right well you knew our soul was knit, prevail.

Good Pierce of Gaveston, my sweet favourite. Spen. sen. 'Tis not niss, my liege, for either Ah, rebels ! recreants ! you inade him away.

Edm. Brother, in regard of thee, and of thy To breathe a while; our men, with sweat and dust land, All choked well near, begin to faint for heat, Did they remove that flatterer from thy throne. And this retire refresheth horse and man.

Edw. So, sir, you have spoke; away, avoid our Spen. jun. Here come the rebels.

presence ! Enter the Barons, MortimbR, LANCASTER,WAR- When we had sent our messengers to request

Accursed wretches, was't in regard of us,

He might be spared to come to speak with us, Mor. Look, Lancaster, yonder's Edward ʼmong And Pembroke undertook for his return, his flatterers.

That thou, proud Warwick, watched the prisoner, Lan. And there let him be, till he pay dearly Poor Pierce, and headed him 'gainst law of arms? for their company.

For which thy head shall overlook the rest, War. And shall, or Warwick's sword shall | As much as thou in rage outwent'st the rest. smite in vain.

War. Tyrant! I scorn thy threats and menaces ; Edw. What, rebels, do you shrink, and sound It is but temporal that thou canst inflict. retreat?

Lan. The worst is death, and better die than Níor. jun. No, Edward, no, thy flatterers faint


To live in infamy under such a king. Lan. Th’ad best betimes forsake thee, and their Edw. Away with them, my lord of Winchestrains,

ter! For they'll betray thee, traitors as they are. These lusty leaders, Warwick and Lancaster, Spen. jun. Traitor in thy face, rebellious Lan- I charge you roundly, off with both their heads ! caster!

away. Pem. Away, base upstart! bravest thou nobles War. Farewell, vain world! thus?

Lan. Sweet Mortimer, farewell. Spen. sen. A noble attempt! and honourable Mor. jun. England, unkind to thy nobility, deed!

Groan for this grief, behold how thou art maimed! Is it not, trow ye, to assemble aid,

Edw. Go, take that haughty Mortimer to the And levy arms against your lawful king?

Tower, Edw. For which ere long their heads shall sa- There see him safe bestowed; and for the rest, tisfy,

Do speedy execution on them all. Begone. To appease the wrath of their offended king. Mor. jun. What, Mortimer! can ragged stony Mor. jun. Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to

walls the last,

Immure thy virtue that aspires to heaven? And rather bathe thy sword in subjects' blood, No, Edward, England's scourge, it may not be, Than banish that pernicious company?

Mortimer's hope surmounts his fortune far. Edw. Ay, traitors all, rather than thus be Edw. Sound drums and trumpets, march with brared,

me, my friends; Make England's civil towns huge heaps of stones, Edward this day hath crowned him king anew. And plows to go about our palace-gates.


and fly.

24 St George for England-See Note to The Pinner of Wakefield.

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