SCENE II.

_Enter_[216] EDWARD, _the_ QUEEN, LANCASTER, YOUNG MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, KENT, _and_ Attendants.

_Edw._ The wind is good, I wonder why he stays; I fear me he is wrecked upon the sea.

_Queen._ Look, Lancaster, how passionate he is, And still his mind runs on his minion!

_Lan._ My lord.

_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.

_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.

_Edw._ Pray thee let me know it.

_Y. Mor._ But, seeing you are so desirous, thus it is: A lofty cedar-tree, fair flourishing, On whose top-branches kingly eagles perch, And by the bark a canker creeps me up, And gets into the highest bough of all: The motto, _Æque tandem_. 20

_Edw._ And what is yours, my lord of Lancaster?

_Lan._ My lord, mine's more obscure than Mortimer's. Pliny[217] reports there is a[218] flying fish Which all the other fishes deadly hate, And therefore, being pursued, it takes the air: No sooner is it up, but there's a fowl That seizeth it: this fish, my lord, I bear, The motto this: _Undique mors est_.

_Kent._[219] Proud Mortimer! ungentle Lancaster! Is this the love you bear your sovereign? 30 Is this the fruit your reconcilement bears? Can you in words make show of amity, And in your shields display your rancorous minds! What call you this but private libelling Against the Earl of Cornwall and my brother?

_Queen._ Sweet husband, be content, they all love you.

_Edw._ They love me not that hate my Gaveston. I am that cedar, shake me not too much; And you the eagles; soar ye ne'er so high, I have the jesses[220] that will pull you down; 40 And _Æque tandem_ shall that canker cry Unto the proudest peer of Britainy. Though thou compar'st him to a flying fish, And threatenest death whether he rise or fall, 'Tis not the hugest monster of the sea, Nor foulest harpy that shall swallow him.

_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.

_Enter_ GAVESTON.

_Edw._ My Gaveston! 50 Welcome to Tynemouth! welcome to thy friend! Thy absence made me droop and pine away; For, as the lovers of fair Danae, When she was locked up in a brazen tower, Desired her more, and waxed outrageous, So did it fare[221] with me: and now thy sight Is sweeter far than was thy parting hence Bitter and irksome to my sobbing heart.

_Gav._ Sweet lord and king, your speech preventeth mine, Yet have I words left to express my joy: 60 The shepherd nipt with biting winter's rage Frolics not more to see the painted spring, Than I do to behold your majesty.

_Edw._ Will none of you salute my Gaveston?

_Lan._ Salute him? yes; welcome, Lord Chamberlain!

_Y. Mor._ Welcome is the good Earl of Cornwall!

_War._ Welcome, Lord Governor of the Isle of Man!

_Pem._ Welcome, Master Secretary!

_Kent._ Brother, do you hear them?

_Edw._ Still will these earls and barons use me thus. 70

_Gav._ My lord, I cannot brook these injuries.

_Queen._ Aye me, poor soul, when these begin to jar. [_Aside._

_Edw._ Return it to their throats, I'll be thy warrant.

_Gav._ Base, leaden earls, that glory in your birth, Go sit at home and eat your tenants' beef; And come not here to scoff at Gaveston, Whose mounting thoughts did never creep so low As to bestow a look on such as you.

_Lan._ Yet I disdain not to do this for you. [_Draws._

_Edw._ Treason! treason! where's the traitor? 80

_Pem._ Here! here! king.[222]

[_Edw._] Convey hence Gaveston; they'll murder him.

_Gav._ The life of thee shall salve this foul disgrace.

_Y. Mor._ Villain! thy life, unless I miss mine aim. [_Offers to stab him._ _Queen._ Ah! furious Mortimer, what hast thou done?

_Y. Mor._ No more than I would answer, were he slain. [_Exit_ GAVESTON _with Attendants._

_Edw._ Yes, more than thou canst answer, though he live; Dear shall you both abide this riotous deed. Out of my presence! come not near the court.

_Y. Mor._ I'll not be barred the court for Gaveston. 90

_Lan._ We'll hale him by the ears unto the block.

_Edw._ Look to your own heads; his is sure enough.

_War._ Look to your own crown, if you back him thus.

_Kent._ Warwick, these words do ill beseem thy years.

_Edw._ Nay, all of them conspire to cross me thus; But if I live, I'll tread upon their heads That think with high looks thus to tread me down. Come, Edmund, let's away and levy men, 'Tis war that must abate these barons' pride. [_Exeunt the_ KING, QUEEN, _and_ KENT.

_War._ Let's to our castles, for the king is moved. 100

_Y. Mor._ Moved may he be, and perish in his wrath!

_Lan._ Cousin, it is no dealing with him now, He means to make us stoop by force of arms; And therefore let us jointly here protest, To prosecute that Gaveston to the death.

_Y. Mor._ By heaven, the abject villain shall not live!

_War._ I'll have his blood, or die in seeking it.

_Pem._ The like oath Pembroke takes.

_Lan._ And so doth Lancaster. Now send our heralds to defy the king; And make the people swear to put him down. 110

_Enter_ Messenger.

_Y. Mor._ Letters! from whence?

_Mess._ From Scotland, My lord. [_Giving letters to_ MORTIMER.

_Lan._ Why, how now, cousin, how fares all our friends?

_Y. Mor._ My uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots.

_Lan._ We'll have him ransomed, man; be of good cheer.

_Y. Mor._ They rate his ransom at five thousand pound. Who should defray the money but the king, Seeing he is taken prisoner in his wars? I'll to the king.

_Lan._ Do, cousin, and I'll bear thee company.

_War._ Meantime, my lord of Pembroke and myself 120 Will to Newcastle here, and gather head.

_Y. Mor._ About it then, and we will follow you.

_Lan._ Be resolute and full of secrecy.

_War._ I warrant you. [_Exit with_ PEMBROKE.

_Y. Mor._ Cousin, and if he will not ransom him, I'll thunder such a peal into his ears, As never subject did unto his king.[223]

_Lan._ Content, I'll bear my part--Holla! whose there? [Guard _appears._ _Enter_ Guard.

_Y. Mor._ I, marry, such a guard as thus doth well.

_Lan._ Lead on the way. 130

_Guard._ Whither will your lordships?

_Y. Mor._ Whither else but to the king.

_Guard._ His highness is disposed to be alone.

_Lan._ Why, so he may, but we will speak to him.

_Guard._ You may not in, my lord.

_Y. Mor._ May we not?

_Enter_[224] EDWARD _and_ KENT.

_Edw._ How now! what noise is this? Who have we there, is't you? [_Going._

_Y. Mor._ Nay, stay, my lord, I come to bring you news; Mine uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots. 140

_Edw._ Then ransom him.

_Lan._ 'Twas in your wars; you should ransom him.

_Y. Mor._ And you shall ransom him, or else----

_Kent._ What! Mortimer, you will not threaten him?

_Edw._ Quiet yourself, you shall have the broad seal, To gather for him th[o]roughout the realm.

_Lan._ Your minion Gaveston hath taught you this.

_Y. Mor._ My lord, the family of the Mortimers Are not so poor, but, would they sell their land, 'Twould[225] levy men enough to anger you. 150 We never beg, but use such prayers as these.

_Edw._ Shall I still be haunted thus?

_Y. Mor._ Nay, now you're here alone, I'll speak my mind.

_Lan._ And so will I, and then, my lord, farewell.

_Y. Mor._ The idle triumphs, masks, lascivious shows, And prodigal gifts bestowed on Gaveston, Have drawn thy treasury[226] dry, and made thee weak; The murmuring commons, overstretchèd, break.[227]

_Lan._ Look for rebellion, look to be deposed; Thy garrisons are beaten out of France, 160 And, lame and poor, lie groaning at the gates. The wild Oneyl, with swarms of Irish kerns,[228] Lives uncontrolled within the English pale. Unto the walls of York the Scots make[229] road, And unresisted drive[230] away rich spoils.

_Y. Mor._ The haughty Dane commands the narrow seas,[231] While in the harbour ride thy ships unrigged.

_Lan._ What foreign prince sends thee ambassadors?

_Y. Mor._ Who loves thee, but a sort of flatterers?

_Lan._ Thy gentle queen, sole sister to Valois, 170 Complains that thou hast left her all forlorn.

_Y. Mor._ Thy court is naked, being bereft of those That make a king seem glorious to the world; I mean the peers, whom thou should'st dearly love: Libels are cast again[232] thee in the street: Ballads and rhymes made of thy overthrow.

_Lan._ The Northern borderers seeing their houses burnt, Their wives and children slain, run up and down, Cursing the name of thee and Gaveston.

_Y. Mor._ When wert thou in the field with banner spread, 180 But once? and then thy soldiers marched like players, With garish robes, not armour; and thyself, Bedaubed 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[233] Scots, To England's high disgrace, have made this jig; _Maids_[234] _of England, sore may you mourn, For your lemans you have lost at Bannocksbourn, With a heave and a ho._ 190 _What weeneth the King of England, So soon to have won Scotland? With a rombelow?_[235]

_Y. Mor._ Wigmore[236] shall fly, to set my uncle free.

_Lan._ And when 'tis gone, our swords shall purchase more. If ye be moved, revenge it if 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! 200 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.

_Edw._ Art thou an enemy to my Gaveston? 210

_Kent._ I, and it grieves me that I favoured him.

_Edw._ Traitor, begone! whine thou with Mortimer.

_Kent._ So will I, rather than with Gaveston.

_Edw._ Out of my sight, and trouble me no more!

_Kent._ No marvel though thou scorn thy noble peers, When I thy brother am rejected thus. [_Exit._

_Edw._ Away! Poor Gaveston, that has no friend but me, Do what they can, we'll live in Tynemouth here, And, so I walk with him about the walls, 220 What care I though the Earls begirt us round-- Here cometh she that's cause of all these jars.

_Enter the_ QUEEN, _with_ King's Niece, _two_ Ladies, GAVESTON, BALDOCK, _and_ YOUNG SPENCER.

_Queen._ My lord, 'tis thought the Earls are up in arms.

_Edw._ I, and 'tis likewise thought you favour 'em.[237]

_Queen._ Thus do you still suspect me without cause?

_Lady._ Sweet uncle! speak more kindly to the queen.

_Gav._ My lord, dissemble with her, speak her fair.

_Edw._ Pardon me, sweet, I forgot myself.

_Queen._ Your pardon is quickly got of Isabel.

_Edw._ The younger Mortimer is grown so brave, 230 That to my face he threatens civil wars.

_Gav._ Why do you not commit him to the Tower?

_Edw._ I dare not, for the people love him well.

_Gav._ Why then we'll have him privily made away.

_Edw._ Would Lancaster and he had both caroused A bowl of poison to each other's health! But let them go, and tell me what are these.

_Lady._ Two of my father's servants whilst he liv'd,-- May't please your grace to entertain them now.

_Edw._ Tell me, where wast thou born? what is thine arms? 240

_Bald._ My name is Baldock, and my gentry I fetch from Oxford, not from heraldry.

_Edw._ The fitter art thou, Baldock, for my turn. Wait on me, and I'll see thou shall not want.

_Bald._ I humbly thank your majesty.

_Edw._ Knowest thou him, Gaveston?

_Gav._ I, 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 250 I'll grace thee with a higher style ere long.

_Y. Spen._ No greater titles happen unto me, Than to be favoured of your majesty.

_Edw._ Cousin, this day shall be your marriage feast. And, Gaveston, think that I love thee well, To wed thee to our niece, the only heir Unto the Earl of Gloucester late deceased.

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

_Edw._ The headstrong barons shall not limit me; 260 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 omnes._