Edward the Second Part 5

_K. Edw._ Still will these earls and barons use me thus?

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

_Q. Isab._ Ay me, poor soul, when these begin to jar! [_Aside._ _K. 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 his sword, and offers to stab Gaveston._ _K. Edw._ Treason! treason! where's the traitor?

_Pem._ Here, here!

_K. 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. [_Wounds Gaveston._ _Q. Isab._ Ah, furious Mortimer, what hast thou done.

_Y. Mor._ No more than I would answer, were he slain.

[_Exit Gaveston with Attendants._ _K. 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 barr'd the court for Gaveston.

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

_K. 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.

_K. 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 King Edward, Queen Isabella, and Kent._ _War._ Let's to our castles, for the king is mov'd.

_Y. Mor._ Mov'd 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.

_Enter a_ Messenger.

_Y. Mor._ Letters! from whence?

_Mes._ From Scotland, my lord. [_Giving letters to Mortimer._ _Lan._ Why, how now, cousin! how fare all our friends?

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

_Lan._ We'll have him ransom'd, 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 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, an if he will not ransom him, I'll thunder such a peal into his ears As never subject did unto his king.

_Lan._ Content; I'll bear my part.--Hollo! who's there?

_Enter_ Guard.

_Y. Mor._ Ay, marry, such a guard as this doth well.

_Lan._ Lead on the way.

_Guard._ Whither will your lords.h.i.+ps?

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

_Guard._ His highness is dispos'd 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_ KING EDWARD _and_ KENT.

_K. Edw._ How now!

What noise is this? who have we here? is't you? [_Going._ _Y. Mor._ Nay, stay, my lord; I come to bring you news; Mine uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots.

_K. Edw._ Then ransom him.

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

_Y. Mor._ And you will ransom him, or else-- _Kent._ What, Mortimer, you will not threaten him?

_K. 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 levy men enough to anger you.

We never beg, but use such prayers as these.

_K. Edw._ Shall I still be haunted thus?

_Y. Mor._ Nay, now you are 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 bestow'd on Gaveston, Have drawn thy treasury dry, and made thee weak; The murmuring commons, overstretched, break.

_Lan._ Look for rebellion, look to be depos'd: Thy garrisons are beaten out of France, And, lame and poor, lie groaning at the gates; The wild Oneil, with swarms of Irish kerns, Lives uncontroll'd within the English pale; Unto the walls of York the Scots make road, And, unresisted, drive away rich spoils.

_Y. Mor._ The haughty Dane commands the narrow seas, While in the harbour ride thy s.h.i.+ps unrigg'd.

_Lan._ What foreign prince sends thee amba.s.sadors?

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

_Lan._ Thy gentle queen, sole sister to Valois, 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 shouldst dearly love; Libels are cast against 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, But once? and then thy soldiers march'd like players, With 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, have made this jig; _Maids of England, sore may you mourn, For your lemans you have lost at Bannocksbourn,-- With a heave and a ho!

What weeneth the king of England So soon to have won Scotland!-- With a rombelow!_ _Y. Mor._ Wigmore shall fly, to set my uncle free.

_Lan._ And, when 'tis gone, our swords shall purchase more.

If you be mov'd, revenge it as you can: Look next to see us with our ensigns spread. [_Exit with Y. Mortimer._ _K. Edw._ My swelling heart for very anger breaks: How oft have I been baited by these peers, And dare not be reveng'd, for their power is great!

Yet, shall the crowning of these c.o.c.kerels 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 n.o.bles threaten wars; And therefore, brother, banish him for ever.

_K. Edw._ Art thou an enemy to my Gaveston?

_Kent._ Ay; and it grieves me that I favour'd him.

_K. Edw._ Traitor, be gone! whine thou with Mortimer.

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

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

_Kent._ No marvel though thou scorn thy n.o.ble peers, When I thy brother am rejected thus.

_K. Edw._ Away! [_Exit Kent._ Poor Gaveston, thou hast no friend but me!

Do what they can, we'll live in Tynmouth here; And, so I walk with him about the walls, What care I though the earls begirt us round?

Here comes she that is cause of all these jars.

_Enter_ QUEEN ISABELLA, _with_ EDWARD'S NIECE, _two_ Ladies, GAVESTON, BALDOCK, _and the younger_ SPENSER.

_Q. Isab._ My lord, 'tis thought the earls are up in arms.

_K. Edw._ Ay, and 'tis likewise thought you favour 'em.

_Q. Isab._ Thus do you still suspect me without cause.