SCENE II.

_Enter_[259] KING EDWARD _and_ YOUNG SPENCER, BALDOCK, _and_ Nobles _of the king's side, 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.

_Y. Spen._ Were I King Edward, England's sovereign, 10 Son to the lovely Eleanor of Spain, Great Edward Longshanks' issue, would I bear These braves,[260] this rage, and suffer uncontrolled 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 name, You would not suffer thus your majesty Be counterbuft of your nobility. Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles! 20 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.

_Bald._ This haught[261] resolve becomes your majesty Not to be tied to their affection, As though your highness were a schoolboy still, 30 And must be awed and governed like a child.

_Enter_ HUGH SPENCER, _father to the_ YOUNG SPENCER, _with his truncheon and_ Soldiers.

_O. Spen._ Long live my sovereign, the noble Edward-- In peace triumphant, fortunate in wars!

_Edw._ Welcome, old man, com'st thou in Edward's aid? Then tell thy[262] prince of whence, and what thou art.

_O. Spen._ Lo, with a band of bowmen and of pikes, Brown bills and targeteers, four hundred strong, Sworn to defend King Edward's royal right, I come in person to your majesty, Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there, 40 Bound to your highness everlastingly, For favour done, in him, unto us all.

_Edw._ Thy father, Spencer?

_Y. Spen._ True, an 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, 50 That, as the sunshine, shall reflect o'er thee. Beside, the more to manifest our 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!

_Y. Spen._ My lord, here comes[263] 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, 60 Informeth us, by letters and by words, That Lord Valois our brother, King of France, Because your highness hath been slack in homage, Hath seizèd 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 now?[264]--Madam, in this matter, We will employ you and your little son; 70 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 On Atlas' shoulder shall not lie more safe, 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. 80

_Edw._ Madam, we will that you with speed be shipped, And this our son; Levune shall follow you With all the haste we can despatch him hence. Chuse of our lords to bear you company; And go in peace, leave us in wars at home.

_Queen._ Unnatural wars, where subjects brave their king; God end them once! My lord, I take my leave, To make my preparation for France. [_Exit with_ Prince.

_Enter_ ARUNDEL.

_Edw._ What, Lord Arundel, dost thou come alone?

_Arun._ Yea, my good lord, for Gaveston is dead. 90

_Edw._ Ah, traitors! have they put my friend to death? Tell me, Arundel, died he ere thou cam'st, Or didst thou see my friend to take his death?

_Arun._ Neither, my lord; for as he was surprised, Begirt with weapons and with enemies round, I did your highness' message to them all; Demanding him of them, entreating rather, And said, upon the honour of my name, That I would undertake to carry him Unto your highness, and to bring him back. 100

_Edw._ And tell me, would the rebels deny me that?

_Y. Spen._ Proud recreants!

_Edw._ Yea, Spencer, traitors all.

_Arun._ I found them at the first inexorable; The Earl of Warwick would not bide the hearing, Mortimer hardly, Pembroke and Lancaster Spake least: and when they flatly had denied, Refusing to receive my pledge for him, The Earl of Pembroke mildly thus bespake; "My lord, because our sovereign sends for him, And promiseth he shall be safe returned, 110 I will this undertake, to have him hence, And see him re-delivered to your hands."

_Edw._ Well, and how fortunes [it] that he came not?

_Y. Spen._ Some treason, or some villany, was the cause.

_Arun._ The Earl of Warwick seized him on his way; For being delivered unto Pembroke's men, Their lord rode home thinking his prisoner safe; But ere he came, Warwick in ambush lay, And bare him to his death; and in a trench Strake off his head, and marched unto the camp. 120

_Y. Spen._ A bloody part, flatly 'gainst law of arms.

_Edw._ O shall I speak, or shall I sigh and die!

_Y. Spen._ My lord, refer your vengeance to the sword Upon these barons; hearten up your men; Let them not unrevenged murder your friends! Advance your standard, Edward, in the field, And march to fire them from their starting holes. [EDWARD _kneels_.

_Edw._ By earth, the common mother of us all, By heaven, and all the moving orbs thereof, By this right hand, and by my father's sword, 130 And all the honours 'longing to my crown, I will have heads, and lives for him, as many As I have manors, castles, towns, and towers! [_Rises._ Treacherous Warwick! traitorous Mortimer! If I be England's king, in lakes of gore Your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail, That you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood, And stain my royal standard with the same, That so my bloody colours may suggest Remembrance of revenge immortally 140 On your accursèd traitorous progeny, You villains, that have slain my Gaveston! And in his place of honour and of trust, Spencer, sweet Spencer, I adopt thee here: And merely of our love we do create thee Earl of Gloucester, and Lord Chamberlain, Despite of times, despite of enemies.

_Y. Spen._ My Lord, here is[265] a messenger from the barons Desires access unto your majesty.

_Edw._ Admit him near. 150

_Enter the_ Herald _from the_ Barons, _with his coat of arms._

_Her._ Long live King Edward, England's lawful lord!

_Edw._ So wish not they, I wis, that sent thee hither. Thou com'st from Mortimer and his complices, A ranker rout[266] of rebels never was. Well, say thy message.

_Her._ The barons up in arms, by me salute Your highness with long life and happiness; And bid me say, as plainer to your grace, That if without effusion of blood You will this grief have ease and remedy, 160 That from your princely person you remove This Spencer, as a putrefying branch, That deads the royal vine, whose golden leaves[267] Empale your princely head, your diadem, Whose brightness such pernicious upstarts dim, Say they; and lovingly advise your grace, To cherish virtue and nobility, And have old servitors in high esteem, And shake off smooth dissembling flatterers: This granted, they, their honours, and their lives, 170 Are to your highness vowed and consecrate.

_Y. Spen._ Ah, traitors! will they still display their pride?

_Edw._ Away, tarry no answer, but be gone! Rebels, will they appoint their sovereign His sports, his pleasures, and his company? Yet, ere thou go, see how I do divorce [_Embraces_ SPENCER. Spencer from me.--Now get thee to thy lords, And tell them I will come to chastise them For murdering Gaveston; hie thee, get thee gone! Edward with fire and sword follows at thy heels. 180 My lord[s], perceive you how these rebels swell? Soldiers, good hearts, defend your sovereign's right, For now, even now, we march to make them stoop. Away! [_Exeunt. Alarums, excursions, a great fight, and a retreat._