SCENE I.

_Enter[257]_ GAVESTON _mourning_, JAMES, _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? Centre of all my bliss! An ye be men, Speed to the king.

_Enter_ WARWICK _and his company._

_War._ My lord of Pembroke's men, Strive you no longer--I will have that Gaveston.

_James._ Your lordship does dishonour to yourself, And wrong our lord, your honourable friend.

_War._ No, James, it is my country's cause I follow. 10 Go, take the villain; soldiers, come away. We'll make quick work. Commend me to your master,

My friend, and tell him that I watched it well. Come, let thy shadow[258] parley with King Edward.

_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_ GAVESTON. _James._ Come, fellows, it booted not for us to strive, We will in haste go certify our lord. [_Exeunt._