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With 34 garish robes, not armour; and thyself,
Bedaub'd with gold, rode laughing at the rest,
Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest,
Where women's favours hung like labels down.
Lan. And thereof came it, that the fleering
Scots,

To England's high disgrace, 35 have made this jig;
36 Maids of England, sore may you moorn,
For your lemmons you have lost, at Bennocks born,
With a heave and a ho.

What weeneth the king of England,
So soon to have won Scotland,
With a rombelow?

Edw. Art thou an enemy to my Gaveston?
Kent. Ay, and it grieves me that I favoured him.
Edw. Traitor, be gone! whine thou with Mor-
timer.

Kent. So will I, rather than with Gaveston.
Edw. Out of my sight, and trouble me no more!
Kent. No marvel that thou scorn thy noble
peers,

When I, thy brother, am rejected thus. [Exit.
Edw. Away!-Poor Gaveston, that hast no friend
but me!-

Do what they can, we'll live in Tinmouth here.
And, so I walk with him about the walls,
What care I though the earls begirt us round!
pur-Here cometh she that's cause of all these jars.
Enter the Queen, three Ladies, BALDOCK, and
SPENCER.

Mor. Wigmore shall fly, to set my uncle free.
Lan. And when 'tis gone, our swords shall
chase more.

If ye be moved, revenge it as you can;
Look next to see us with our ensigns spread.
[Exeunt Nobles.
Edw. My swelling heart for very anger breaks!
How oft have I been baited by these peers,
And dare not be revenged, for their power is great!
Yet, shall the crowing of these cockerels
Affright a lion? Edward, unfold thy paws,
And let their lives' blood slake thy fury's hunger.
If I be cruel and grow tyrannous,
Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late.

Kent. My lord, I see your love to Gaveston
Will be the ruin of the realm and you;
For now the wrathful nobles threaten wars;
And therefore, brother, banish him for ever.

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34 Garish-Splendid, gaudy. A word used by Shakespeare, Richard III. A. 4. S. 4 :

a garish flag."

Romeo and Juliet, A. 3. S. 4:

"all the world shall be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

And by Milton, Il Penseroso, 1. 141:

"Hide me from day's garish eye."

35 Have made this jig :-A jig, in Marlow's time, was not a dance only, if at all, but a ballad. In the Harleian Collection of Old Ballads, now in the possession of Thomas Pearson, Esq., are several under this title, as, "A Northerne jige, called Daintie come thou to me.” "A merry new jigge, or the pleasant wooing betwixt Kit and Pegge." "The West Country Jigg, or A Trenchmore Galliard ;" and several others. Again, in The Fatall Contract, by Hemmings, A. 4. S. 4:

"Wee'l hear your jigg,
How is your ballad titl'd."

See also Mr Steevens's Note on Hamlet, A. 3. S. 2.

36 Maids of England, &c.—In Fabian's Chronicle, p. 155. Vol. II. these verses are given with some variation. Than the Scottes enflamed with pryde in derysyon of the Englishmen, made thys ryme as

foloweth :

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"Thys songe was after many daies song in daunces in the carols of the maydens and mynstrelles of Scotland, to the reprofe and disdayne of Englyshemen, with dyvers other whych I over passe."

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Bal. My name is Baldock; and my gentry
I fetch from Oxford, not from heraldry.
Edw. The fitter art thou, Baldock, for
my
Wait on me, and I'll see thou shalt not want.
Bal. I humbly thank your majesty.
Edw. Knowest thou him, Gaveston?
Gave. Ay, my lord, his name is Spencer, he is
well allied;

For my sake let him wait upon your grace;
Scarce shall you find a man of more desert.
Edw. Then, Spencer, wait upon me; for his sake,
I'll grace thee with a higher stile ere long.
Spen. No greater titles happen unto me,
Than to be favoured of your majesty.

Edw. Cousin, this day shall be your marriagefeast.

And, Gaveston, think that I love thee well,
To wed thee to our niece, the only heir
Unto the earl of Glo'ster late deceased.

Guve. I know, my lord, many will stomach me; But I respect neither their love nor hate.

Edw. The head-strong barons shall not limit

me;

He that I list to favour shall be great.
Come, let's away; and when the marriage ends,
Have at the rebels, and their 'complices!

[Exeunt. Enter LANCASTER, Mortimer, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, and KENT.

-Kent. My lords, of love to this our native land,
I come to join with you, and leave the king;
And in your quarrel and the realm's behoof
Will be the first that shall adventure life.
Lan. I fear me, you are sent of policy,
To undermine us with a shew of love.
War. He is your brother, therefore have we

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Lan. And it sufficeth. Now, my lords, know this,

That Gaveston is secretly arrived,
And here in Tinmouth frolics with the king.
Let us with these our followers scale the walls,
And suddenly surprise them unawares.
Mor. jun. I'll give the onset.
War. And I'll follow thee.

Mor. jun. This tattered ensign of my ancestors,
Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea,
Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
Will I advance upon this castle's walls.-
Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And ring aloud the knell of Gaveston!

Lan. None be so hardy as to touch the king; But neither spare you Gaveston nor his friends. [Exeunt.. Enter the King and SPENCER, QUEEN, Ladies, &c. to them GAVESTON.

Edw. O tell me, Spencer, where is Gaveston?
Spen. I fear me he is slain, my gracious lord.
Edw. No, here he comes; now let them spoil

and kill.

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Edw. Farewell, sweet Gaveston; and farewell, niece.

Queen. No farewell to poor Isabell thy queen?
Edw. Yes, yes, for Mortimer, your lover's sake.
[Exeunt omnes, præter ISABELLA.
Queen. Heavens can witness, I love none but
you.

From my embracements thus he breaks away.
O that mine arms could close this isle about,
Or that these tears, that drissel from mine eyes,
That I might pull him to me where I would!
Had power to mollify his stony heart,
That, when I had him, we might never part!
Enter the Barons. Alarums.

Lan. I wonder how he 'scaped,
Mor. jun. Who's this, the Queen?
Queen. Ay, Mortimer, the miserable Queen,
Whose pining heart her inward sighs have blasted,
And body with continual mourning wasted:
These hands are tired with baling of my lord
From Gaveston, from wicked Gaveston,
And all in vain; for, when I speak him fair,
Ile turns away, and smiles upon his minion.
Mor. jun. Cease to lament, and tell us where's
the king.

Queen. What would you with the king? is't him you seek?

Lan. No, madam, but that cursed Gaveston. Far be it from the thought of Lancaster,

To offer violence to his sovereign.
We would but rid the realm of Gaveston:
Tell us where he remains, and he shall die.

Queen. He's gone by water unto Scarborough;
Pursue him quickly, and he cannot 'scape;
The king hath left him, and his train is small.
War. 37 Forslow no time, sweet Lancaster, let's
march.

Mor. How comes it that the king and he are parted?

Queen. That thus your army, going several

ways,

power

Might be of lesser force; and with the
That he intendeth presently to raise,
Be easily suppressed; therefore be gone.
Mor. Here in the river rides a Flemish hoy ;
Let's all aboard, and follow him amain.
Lan. The wind that bears him hence will fill
our sails :

Come, come aboard, 'tis but an hour's sailing.
Mor. Madam, stay you within this castle here.
Queen. No, Mortimer, I'll to my lord the king.
Mor. Nay, rather sail with us to Scarborough.
Queen. You know the king is so suspicious,
As, if he hear I have but talked with you,
Mine honour will be called in question;
And therefore, gentle Mortimer, be gone.

Mor. Madam, I cannot stay to answer you,
But think of Mortimer as he deserves.

Queen. So well hast thou deserved, sweet Mortimer,

As Isabell could live with thee for ever.
In vain I look for love at Edward's hand,
Whose eyes are fixed on none but Gaveston:
Yet once more I'll importune him with prayer;
If he be strange, and not regard my words,
My son and I will over into France,
And to the king my brother there complain,
How Gaveston hath robb'd me of his love:
But yet I hope my sorrows will have end,
And Gaveston this blessed day be slain. [Exeunt.

Enter GAVESTON pursued.

Gav. Yet, lusty lords, I have escaped your hands,

Your threats, your larums, and your hot pursuits; And, though divorced from king Edward's eyes, Yet liveth Pierce of Gaveston unsurprised, Breathing, in hope (38 malgrado all your beards, 39

That muster rebels thus against your king)
To see his royal sovereign once again.
Enter the Nobles.

War. Upon him, soldiers, take away his wea-
pons.

Mor. jun. Thou proud disturber of thy coun-
try's peace,

Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils,
Base flatterer, yield! and were it not for shame,
Shame and dishonour to a soldier's name,
Upon my weapon's point here should'st thou fall,
And welter in thy gore.

Lan. Monster of men! that, like the Greekish
strumpet,

Traineth to arms and bloody wars

So many valiant knights;

Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death; King Edward is not here to buckler thee.

War. Lancaster, why talk'st thou to the slave? Go, soldiers, take him hence;

For by my sword his head shall off:-
Gaveston, short warning shall serve thy turn.
It is our country's cause,

That here severely we will execute
Upon thy person:-hang him upou a bough.
Gav. My lords!-

War. Soldiers, have him away;-
But for thou wert the favourite of a king,
Thou shalt have so much honour at our hands.

Gav. I thank you all my lords: then I perceive, That heading is one, and hanging is the other, And death is all.

Enter the Earl of ARUNDEL.

Lan. How now, my lord of Arundel?
Arun. My lords, king Edward greets you all

by me.

War. Arundel, say your message.
Arun. His majesty, hearing that you had taken
Gaveston,

Intreateth you by me, but that he may
See him before he dies; for why, he says,
And sends you word, he knows that die he shall;
And, if you gratify his grace so far,
He will be mindful of the courtesy..
War. How now?

Gav. Renowned Edward, how thy name
Revives poor Gaveston!

37 Forslow 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 Euphues, 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 comes 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:

"These barons thus to beard me in my land." S. P.

War. No, it needeth not:

Arundel, we will gratify the king

In other matters, he must pardon us in this.Soldiers, away with him.

Gav. Why, my lord of Warwick,

Will these delays beget me any hopes?

I know it, lords, it is this life you aim at,
Yet grant king Edward this.

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Mor. jun. Shalt thou appoint what we shall Return him on your honour, sound. Away.

grant?

Soldiers, away with him:

Thus we'll gratify the king,

We'll send his head by thee, let him bestow
His tears on that, for that is all he gets
Of Gaveston, or else his senseless trunk.

Lan. Not so, my lords, lest he bestow more cost In burying him, than he hath ever earned.

Arun. My lords, it is his majesty's request,
And on the honour of a king he swears,
He will but talk with him, and send him back.
War. When, can you tell? Arundel, no; we
wot,

He that the care of his realm remits,
And drives his nobles to these exigents
For Gaveston, will, if he seize him once,
Violate any promise to possess him.

Arun. Then, if you will not trust his grace in keep,

My lords, I will be pledge for his return.

Mor. jun. It is honourable in thee to offer this; But for we know thou art a noble gentleman, We will not wrong thee so,

To make away a true man for a thief.

Gav. How meanest thou, Mortimer? this is over base.

Mor. Away, base groom, robber of king's re

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each one,

To gratify the king's request therein,
Touching the sending of this Gaveston,
Because his majesty so earnestly
Desires to see the man before his death,
I will upon mine honour undertake
To carry him, and bring him back again;
Provided this, that you, my lord of Arundel,
Will join with me.

War. Pembroke, what wilt thou do?
Cause yet more bloodshed? is it not enough
That we have taken him, but must we now
Leave him on had I wist, and let him go?

Pem. My lords, I will not over-woo your ho

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Manent PEMBROKE, MATREVIS, GAVESTON, and PEMBROKE'S Men, four Soldiers.

Pem. My lord, you shall go with me.
My house is not far hence, out of the way
A little; but our men shall go along.
We that have pretty wenches to our wives,
Sir, must not come so near to baulk their lips.
Mat. 'Tis very kindly spoke, my lord of Pem-
broke;

Your honour hath an adamant of power
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 [Exit cum serv. PEM.

now?

Horse-boy. My lord, we'll quickly be at Cobham.
[Exeunt and

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?

O must this day be period of my life!
Center of all my bliss!-and ye be men,
Speed to the king.

Enter WARWICK and his Company.
War. My lord of Pembroke's men,
Strive you no more, I will have that Gaveston.
James. Your Lordship doth dishonour to your

self,

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

strive;

We will in haste go certify our lord. [Exeunt.
Enter King EDWARD and SPENCER, with Drums
and Fifes.

Edw. I long to hear an answer from the barons,
Touching my friend, my dearest Gaveston.
Ah! Spencer, not the riches of my realm
Can ransom him! ah, he is marked to die!
I know the malice of the younger Mortimer,
Warwick I know is rough, and Lancaster
Inexorable, and I shall never see
My lovely Pierce of Gaveston again.
The barons overbear me with their pride.
Spen. Were I king Edward, England's sovereign,
Son to the lovely Elcanor of Spain,

Great Edward Longshank's issue, would I bear
These braves, this rage, and suffer uncontroul'd
These barons thus to beard me in my land,
In mine own realm? my lord, pardon my speech,
Did you retain your father's magnanimity,
Did you regard the honour of your naine,
You would not suffer thus your majesty
Be counterbuft of your nobility.

Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles;
No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest,
As by their preachments they will profit much,
And learn obedience to their lawful king.
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.
Bal. This haught resolve becomes your Ma-
jesty;

You ought not to be tied to their affection,
As though your highness were a school-boy still,
And must be awed and governed like a child.
Enter HUGH SPENCER an Old Man, Father to the
Young SPENCER, with his Trunchion and

Soldiers.

Spen. sen. Long live my sovereign, the noble
Edward,

In peace triumphant, fortunate in wars!

I come in person to your majesty;
Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there,
For favour done in him unto us all.
Bound to your highness everlastingly,

Edw. Thy father, Spencer?

Spen. jun. 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.

Spencer, this love, this kindness to thy king,
Argues thy noble mind and disposition.
Spencer, I here create thee earl of Wiltshire,
And daily will enrich thee with our favour,
That, as the sun-shine, shall reflect o'er thee.
Besides, the more to manifest dûr love,
Because we hear lord Bruce doth sell his land,
And that the Mortimers are in hand withal,
Thou shalt have crowns of us t'outbid the barons:

And, Spencer, spare them not, lay it on.
Soldiers, a largess and thrice welcome all.

Spen. My lord, here comes the queen.
Enter the Queen and her Son, and LEVUNE a
Frenchman.

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.
These be the letters, this the messenger.

Edw. Welcome, Levune.-Tush, Sib, if this be
all,

Valois and I will soon be friends again.
But to my Gaveston: shall I never see,
Never behold thee more? Madam, in this matter

We will employ you and your little son;
You shall go parley with the king of France.-
Boy, see you bear you bravely to the king,
And do your message with a majesty.

Prince. Commit not to my youth things of
more weight

Than fits a prince so young as I to bear,
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,

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Than shall your charge committed to my trust. Queen. Ah, boy! this towardness makes thy mother fear

Thou art not marked to many days on earth. Edw. Madam, we will that you with speed be shipped,

40 Brown-bills" The old weapon of the English infantry, which, says Temple, gave the most ghastly and deplorable wounds. It may be called the falcata securis. Dr Johnson's Note on Much ado about Nothing, A. 3. S. 3.

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

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