SceneIII

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Scene

III

Near Tynemouth Castle.

Enter Kent, Lancaster, the Younger Mortimer, Warwick, Pembroke, and others.

Kent

My lords, of love to this our native land,

I come to join with you, and leave the king;

And in your quarrel, and the realm’s behoof,

Will be the first that shall adventure life.

Lancaster

I fear me, you are sent of policy,

To undermine us with a show of love.

Warwick

He is your brother; therefore have we cause

To cast the worst, and doubt of your revolt.

Kent

Mine honour shall be hostage of my truth:

If that will not suffice, farewell, my lords.

Younger Mortimer

Stay, Edmund: never was Plantagenet

False of his word; and therefore trust we thee.

Pembroke

But what’s the reason you should leave him now?

Kent

I have informed the Earl of Lancaster.

Lancaster

And it sufficeth. Now, my lords, know this,

That Gaveston is secretly arrived,

And here in Tynmouth frolics with the king.

Let us with these our followers scale the walls,

And suddenly surprise them unawares.

Younger Mortimer

I’ll give the onset.

Warwick

And I’ll follow thee.

Younger Mortimer

This tattered ensign of my ancestors,

Which swept the desert shore of that Dead Sea

Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,

Will I advance upon this castle’s walls⁠—

Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,

And ring aloud the knell of Gaveston!

Lancaster

None be so hardy as to touch the king;

But neither spare you Gaveston nor his friends.

Exeunt.