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Enter GAVESTON, * reading a letter.

First P. Man. I can ride. Gav. My father is deceas'd. Come, Gaveston, Gav. But I have no horse.- What art thou? And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend. Sec. P. Man. A traveller, Ah, words that make me surfeit with delight! Gav. Let me see: thou wouldst do well What greater bliss can hap to Gaveston

To wait at my trencher, and tell me lies at Than live and be the favourite of a king!

dinner-time; Sweet prince, I come! these, these thy amorous And, as I like your discoursing, I'll have you. lines

And what art thou? Might have enforc'd me to have swum from Third P. Man. A soldier, that hath serv'd France,

against the Scot. And, like Leander, gasp'd upon the sand,

Gav. Why, there are hospitals for such as you: So thou wouldst smile, and take me in thine I have no war; and therefore, sir, be gone.

Third P. Man. Farewell, and perish by a The sight of London to my exil'd eyes

soldier's hand, Is as Elysium to a new.come soul :

That wouldst reward them with an hospital ! Not that I love the city or the men,

Gav. Ay, ay, these words of his move me as But that it barbours him I hold so dear,

much The king, upon whose bosom let me lie,+ As if a goose should play the porcupine, And with the world be still at enmity.

And dart her plumes, thinking to pierce my What need the arctic people love star-light,

breast. To whom the sun shines both by day and night? | But yet it is no pain to speak men fair; Farewell base stooping to the lordly peers! I'll flatter these, and make them live in hope.My knee shall bow to none but to the king.

(Ande. As for the multitude, that are but sparks, You know that I came lately out of France, Rak'd up in embers of their poverty,

And yet I have not view'd my lord the king: Tanti, I-I'll fawn first on the wind,

If I speed well, I'll entertain you all. That glanceth at my lips, and flieth away.

All. We thank your worship.

Gav. I have some business : leave me to Enter three Poor Men.


AU. We will wait here about the court. But how now! what are these!

Gav. Do. Poor Men. Such as desire your worship’s

(E.ceunt Poor Men.

These are not men for me; service.

I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, Gav. What canst thou do?

Musicians, that with touching of a string • Enter Gaveston, &c.] Scene, a street, in London (sc0 May draw the pliant king which way I please : line 10).

Music and poetry* is his delight; t lie) Old eds. " die."

Tanti) Compare Fuimus Troex, 1603;
“ No kingly menace or censorious frowne

* Music and poetry, &c ] "How exactly the author, as Doe I regard. Tanti for all your power." Sig. F 8. the learned Dr. Hurd observes, has painted the humour $fawn) Old eds. "fanne." Something has dropt out of the times which esteemed masks and shows as the from this line.

highest indulgence that could be provided for a luxurious

Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, Shall sleep within the scabbard at thy need,
Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And underneath thy banners march who will,
And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, For Mortimer will hang his armour up.
Like sylvan* nymphs my pages shall be clad; Gav. Mort dieu!

(A side. My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,

K. Edw. Well, Mortimer, I'll make thee rue Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay;

these words: Sometime a lovely boy in Dian's shape,

Beseems it thee to contradict thy king? With hair that gilds the water as it glides, Frown'st thou thereat, aspiring Lancaster! Crownets of pearl about his naked arms,

The sword sball plane the furrows of thy brows, And in his sportful hands an olive-tree,

And bew these knees that now are grown 80 To hide those parts which men delight to see,

stiff. Shall bathe him in a spring; and there, hard by, | I will have Gaveston; and you shall know One like Actæon, peeping through the grove, What danger 'tis to stand against your king. Shall by the angry goddess be transforni'd,

Gav. Well done, Ned!

[Aside. And running in the likeness of an bart,

Lan. My lord, why do you thus incense your By yelping houuds pull'd down, shall † seem to

peers, die :

That naturally would love and honour you,
Such things as these best please his majesty. - But for that base and obscure Gaveston ?
Here comes my lord the king, # and the nobles, Four earldoms have I, besides Lancaster,-
From the parliament. I'll staud aside.

Derby, Salisbury, Lincoln, Leicester;
( Retires. These will I sell, to give my soldiers pay,

Ere Gaveston shall stay within the realm :

Therefore, if he be come, expel him straight. MER, the younger MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE,

Kent. Barons and earls, your pride hath made and Attendants,

me mute; K. Edw. Lancaster!

But now I'll speak, and to the proof, I hope. Lan. My lord ?

I do remember, in my father's days, Gav. That Earl of Lancaster do I abhor.


Lord Percy of the North, being highly mov'd,

Bravd Mowbray * in presence of the king; K. Edw. Will you not grant me this ?-In

For which, had not his bighness lov'd him well, spite of them

He should have lost his head; but with his look I'll have my will; and these two Mortimers,

Th' undaunted spirit of Percy was appeas'd, That cross me thus, shall know I am displeas'd.


And Mowbray and he were reconcild:
E. Mor. If you love us, my lord, hate

Yet dare you brave the king unto his face.-

Brother, revenge it, and let these their heads Gav. That villain Mortimer! I'll be his death.

Preach upon poles, for trespass of their tongues. (Aside.

War. O, our heads! Y. Mor. Mine uncle here, this earl, and I

K. Edw. Ay, yours; and therefore I would myself,

wish you grant. Were sworn to $ your father at his death,

War. Bridle thy anger, gentle Mortimer. That he should ne'er return into the realm :

Y. Mor. I cannot, nor I will not; I must And know, my lord, ere I will break my oath,

speak.This sword of mine, that should offend your foes, Cousin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads,

And strike off his that makes you threaten us.

Come, uncle, let us leive the brain-sick king, and happy monarch, we may see from the entertainment

And henceforth parley with our naked swords. provided, not many years after, for the reception of King James at Althorp in Northamptonshire ; where this very

E. Mor. Wiltshire hath men enough to save design of Sylvan Nymphs, Satyrs, and Actaon, was executed

our heads. in a Masque by Ben Jonson. (Hurd's] Horul and Political

War. All Warwickshire will leavet him for Dialogues, vol. 1, p. 194 " REED (apud Dodsley's O.P.).

sylvan) Old eds. “Siluian." t shall] Old eds. "and.”

Here comes my lord the king, &c.] Old cds. “My Lord, here comes the king," &c.

* Moxbray] A trisyllable here (and, indeed, in 4to $ sworn to] The modern editors print "svorn unto": 1598, it is spelt “Mouhery "), but "sworn was often used as a dissyllable.

t lave) Old eds. "loue."

my sake.


Is Edward pleas'd with kingly regiment.*
Fear’st thou thy person?t thou shalt have a

guard : Wantest thou gold? go to my treasury: Wouldst thou be lov'd and fear'd? receive my

Save or condemn, and in our name command
What so thy mind affects, or fancy likes.

Gav. It shall suffice me to enjoy your love;
Which whiles I have, I think myself as great
As Cæsar riding in the Roman street,
With captive kings at his triumphant car.


Lan. And northward Lancaster* hath many

friends.Adieu, my lord; and either change your mind, Or look to see the throne, where you should sit, To float in blood, and at thy wanton head The glozing head of thy base minion thrown.

(E.ccunt all except KING EDWARD, KENT, Gaves

TON, and Attendants. K. Edw. I cannot brook these haughty

menaces: Am I a king, and must be over-ruld ?Brother, display my ensigns in the field : I'll bandy + with the barons and the earls, And either die or live with Gaveston. Gav. I can no longer keep me from my lord.

(Comes forward. K. Edw. What, Gaveston! welcome! Kiss

not my band : Embrace me, Gaveston, as I do thee. Why shouldst thou kneel ? know'st thou not

who I am! Thy friend, thyself, another Gaveston : Not Hylas was more mournèd for of I Hercules Than thou hast been of me since thy exile. Gav. And, since I went from hence, no soul in

hell Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston, K. Edw. I know it.— Brother, welcome home

my friend. Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire, And that high-minded Earl of Lancaster: I have my wish, in that I joy thy sight; And sooner shall the sea o'erwhelm my land Than bear the ship that shall transport thee

hence. I here create thee Lord High-chamberlain, Chief Secretary to the state and me, Earl of Cornwall, King and Lord of Man. Gav. My lord, these titles far exceed my

worth, Kent. Brother, the least of these may well

suffice For one of greater birth than Gaveston. R. Edw. Cease, brother, for I cannot brook

these words.Thy worth, sweet friend, is far above my gifts : Therefore, to equal it, receive my heart. If for these dignities thou be envied, I'll give thee more; for, but to honour thee,

R. Edw. Whither goes my Lord of Coventry

80 fast ? Bish. of Cov. To celebrate your father's

exequies. But is that wicked Gaveston return'd? K. Edw. Ay, priest, and lives to be reveng'd

on thee, That wert the only cause of his exile. Gav. 'Tis true; and, but for reverence of these

robes, Thou shouldst not plod one foot beyond this

place. Bish. of Cov. I did no more than I was bound

to do: And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaim'd, As then I did incense the parliament, So will I now, and thou shalt back to France. Gav.I Saving your reverence, you must par

don me. K. Edw. Throw off his golden mitre, rend his

stole, And in the channel s christen him anew. Kent. Ah, brother, lay not violent hands on

him ! For he'll complain unto the see of Rome.

Gav. Let him complain unto the see of hell:
I'll be reveng'd on him for my exile.
K. Edw. No, spare his life, but seize upon his

goods :
Be thou lord bishop, and receive his rents,
And make him serve thee as thy chaplain :
I give him thee; here, use him as thou wilt.

Gav. He shall to prison, and there die in bolts.

* regiment) i. e. rule, government.

Fear'st thou thy person ?] i. e. Fearest thou for thy person?

Gav., &c.] “He lays violent hands' bishop. See p. 186, sec. col." REED (apud Dodsley's 0. P.).

s channel] i. e. kennel.

* Lancaster] Old eds. "Gaueston."

+ bandy) i e. oppose with all my force ; totis viribus * opponere, says Skinner, voce bandy." REED (apud Dodsley's 0. P.).

Io So 4tos 1612, 1622.--Not in 4to 1598. $ envied) i. e. hated." REED (apud Dodsley's 0. P.).

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K. Edw. Ay, to the Tower, the Fleet, or where Nay, more, the guard upon his lordship waits, thou wilt.

And all the court begins to flatter him. Bish. of Cov. For this offence be thou accurs'd War. Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king, of God !

He nods, and scorns, and smiles at those that K. Edw. Who's there? Convey this priest to

pass. the Tower.

E. Mor. Doth no man take exceptions at the Bish. of Cov. True, true.*

slave? K. Edw. But, in the mean time, Gaveston, away, Lan. All stomach him,* but none dare speak And take possession of his house and goods.

a word. Come, follow me, and thou shalt have my guard Y. Mor. Ah, that bewrays their baseness, Lan. To see it done, and bring thee safe again.

caster! Gav. What should a priest do with so fair a Were all the earls and barons of my mind, house?

We'd + hale bim from the bosom of the king, A prison may beseemt his holiness. (Exeunt. And at the court-gate hang the peasant up,

Who, swoln with venom of ambitious pride, Bnter, on one side, the elder MORTIMER, I and the younger

Will be the ruin of the realm and us. MORTIMER; on the other, WARWICK, and LANCASTER.

War. Here comes my Lord of Canterbury's War. 'Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower,

grace. And goods and body given to Gaveston. Lan. What, will they tyrannize upon the

Lan. His countenance bewrays he is displeas'd. church Ah, wicked king ! accursèd Gaveston !


This ground, which is corrupted with their steps,
Shall be their timeless sepulchre or mine.

Archb. of Cant. First, were his sacred garments Y. Mor. Well, let that peevish Frenchman

rent and torn; guard him sure;

Then laid they violent hands upon him; next, Unless his breast be sword-proof, he shall die. Himself imprison'd, and his goods asseiz'd : E. Mor. How now! why droops the Earl of This certify the Pope : away, take horse. Lancaster ?

(Exit Attendant. Y. Mor. Wherefore is Guy of Warwick dis Lan. My lord, will you take arms against the content?

king? Lan. That villain Gaveston is made an earl. Archb. of Cant. What need I? God himself is B. Mor. An earl !

up in arms War. Ay, and besides Lord-chamberlain of the When violence is offer'd to the church. realm,

Y. Mor. Then will you join with us, that be And Secretary too, and Lord of Man.

E. Mor. We may not nor we will not suffer this. To banish or behead that Gaveston ? Y. Mor. Why post we not from hence to levy Archb. of Cant. What else, my lords ? for it men ?

concerns me near ; Lan. “My Lord of Cornwall” now at every The bishoprick of Coventry is his

word; And happy is the man whom he vouchsafes,

Bnter QUEEN ISABELLA. For vailing $ of his bonnet, one good look.

Y. Mor. Madam, whither walks your majesty Thus, arm in arm, the king and he doth march :

so fast?

Q. Isab. Unto the forest, gentle Mortimer, * True, true) Altered by one of the modern editors to

To live in grief and baleful discontent; “D, do".-Qy. “Prut, prut" (an exclamation of con- | tempt)?

For now my lord the king regards me not, + may beseem) So 4to 1598.-2tos 1612, 1622, may best But dotes upon the love of Gaveston : bestemo."

He claps his cheeks, and hangs about his neck, * Enter, on one side, the elder Mortimer, &c.] Qy. where is this scene supposed to pass ?- The words of the Queen (next col.), “Unto the forest, gentle Mortimer," would stomach him) i. e. think of him with anger and ill lead us to fix it at Windsor; but, as the Archbishop will. So afterwards in this play Gaveston says, (p. 187, first col.) begs the nobles “to cross to Lambeth," I know, my lord, many will comack me, it would seem to take place in London.

But I respect neither their love por hate." $ vailing) i. e. lowering.

Wed] Old eds. “Weele."

his peers,

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With Guy of Warwick, that redoubted knight, Are gone towards Lambeth : there let them remain.


Smiles in his face, and whispers in his ears ;
And, when I come, he frowns, as who should

say, “Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston." E. Mor. Is it not strange that he is thus be

witch'd ? Y. Mor. Madam, return unto the court again : That sly inveigling Frenchman we'll exìle, Or lose our lives; and yet, ere that day come, The king shall lose his crown; for we have

power, And courage too, to be reveng'd at full. Archb. of Cant. But yet lift not your swords

against the king. Lan. No; but we will lift Gaveston from hence. War. And war must be the means, or he'll stay

still. Q. Isab. Then let him stay; for, rather than


TIMER, the younger MORTIMER, the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and Attendants. Lan. Here is the form of Gaveston's exile ; May it please your lordship to subscribe your

name. Archb. of Cant. Give me the paper.

(He subscribes, as the others do after him, Lan. Quick, quick, my lord; I long to write

my name. War. But I long more to see him banish'd hence. Y. Mor. T'ho name of Mortimer shall fright

the king, Unless he be declin'd from t that base peasant.

my lord

Shall be oppress'd with civil mutinies,
I will endure a melancholy life,
And let him frolic with his minion.
Archb. of Cant. My lords, to ease all this, but

hear me speak :
We and the rest, that are his counsellors,
Will meet, and with a general consent
Confirm his banishment with our hands and seals.

Lan. What we confirm the king will frustrate.* Y. Mor. Then may we lawfully revolt from

him. War. But say, my lord, where shall this meet.

ing be? Archb. of Cant. At the New Temple. Y. Mor. Content. Archb. of Cant.+ And, in the mean time, I'll

entreat you all
To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me.

Lan. Come, then, let's away.
Y. Mor. Madam, farewell.
Q. Isab. Farewell, sweet Mortimer; and, for

Enter KING EDWARD, GAVESTON, and Kent. R. Edw. What, are you mov'd that Gaveston

sits here? It is our pleasure; we will have it so. Lan. Your grace doth well to place him by

your side, For no where else the new earl is so safe. E. Mor. What man of noble birth can brook

this sight? Quam male conveniunt IISee, what a scornful look the peasant casts !

Pem. Can kingly lions fawn on creeping ants?

War. Ignoble vassal, that, like Phaeton, Aspir'st unto the guidance of the sun ! Y. Mor. Their downfall is at hand, their forces

down: We will not thus be fac'd and over-peer'd.

K. Edw. Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer ! E. Mor. Lay hands on that traitor Gaveston ! Kent. Is this the duty that you owe your king? War. We know our duties : let him know his

peers. K. Edw. Whither will you bear him ? stay, or

ye shall die. E. Mor. We are no traitors; therefore threaten


my sake,

Forbear to levy arms against the king.

Y. Mor. Ay, if words will serve; if not, I must.

| Exeunt.

Enter GAVESTON 1 and KENT.

Gav. Edmund, the mighty prince of Lancaster, That hath more earldoms than an ass can bear, And both the Mortimers, two goodly men,

Enter Lancaster, &c.] Qy. Scene, "the New Temple" (see the proceding col.), though the king exclaims, Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne" (p. 188, first col.)? Perhaps a change of scene is supposed at p. 189, first col.

declin'd from) i. e. turned away from. * Quam male conveniunt] Was the poet thinking of Ovid, -"Non bene conveniunt," &c, Met, ii. 846?

s on] “Hero and elsewhere the measure is defective, often from the omission of otherwise unimportant sylla. bles. We ought to read “upon' instead of 'od."" COLLIER (apud Dodsley's 0. P.).

frustrate) Is a trisyllable here.

Archb. of Canl.] This pretix is wanting in the old ods.

Enter Gaveston, &c.] Scene, a street perhaps.

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