SceneII

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Scene

II

Westminster.

Enter on the one side the two Mortimers; on the other, Warwick and Lancaster.

Warwick

’Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower,

And goods and body given to Gaveston.

Lancaster

What! will they tyrannise upon the church?

Ah, wicked King! accursed Gaveston!

This ground, which is corrupted with their steps,

Shall be their timeless sepulchre or mine.

Younger Mortimer

Well, let that peevish Frenchman guard him sure;

Unless his breast be sword-proof, he shall die.

Elder Mortimer

How now! why droops the Earl of Lancaster?

Younger Mortimer

Wherefore is Guy of Warwick discontent?

Lancaster

That villain Gaveston is made an earl.

Elder Mortimer

An earl!

Warwick

Ay, and besides Lord-chamberlain of the realm,

And Secretary too, and Lord of Man.

Elder Mortimer

We may not nor we will not suffer this.

Younger Mortimer

Why post we not from hence to levy men?

Lancaster

“My Lord of Cornwall” now at every word;

And happy is the man whom he vouchsafes,

For vailing of his bonnet, one good look.

Thus, arm in arm, the king and he doth march:

Nay, more, the guard upon his lordship waits,

And all the court begins to flatter him.

Warwick

Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king,

He nods, and scorns, and smiles at those that pass.

Elder Mortimer

Doth no man take exceptions at the slave?

Lancaster

All stomach him, but none dare speak a word.

Younger Mortimer

Ah, that bewrays their baseness, Lancaster!

Were all the earls and barons of my mind,

We’d hale him from the bosom of the king,

And at the court-gate hang the peasant up,

Who, swollen with venom of ambitious pride,

Will be the ruin of the realm and us.

Warwick

Here comes my Lord of Canterbury’s grace.

Lancaster

His countenance bewrays he is displeased.

Enter the Archbishop of Canterbury and an Attendant.

Archbishop of Canterbury

First, were his sacred garments rent and torn;

Then laid they violent hands upon him; next,

Himself imprisoned, and his goods asseized:

This certify the Pope: away, take horse. Exit Attendant.

Lancaster

My lord, will you take arms against the king?

Archbishop of Canterbury

What need I? God himself is up in arms

When violence is offered to the church.

Younger Mortimer

Then will you join with us, that be his peers,

To banish or behead that Gaveston?

Archbishop of Canterbury

What else, my lords? for it concerns me near;

The bishoprick of Coventry is his.

Enter Queen Isabella.

Younger Mortimer

Madam, whither walks your majesty so fast?

Queen Isabella

Unto the forest, gentle Mortimer,

To live in grief and baleful discontent;

For now my lord the king regards me not,

But dotes upon the love of Gaveston:

He claps his cheeks, and hangs about his neck,

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.”

Elder Mortimer

Is it not strange that he is thus bewitched?

Younger Mortimer

Madam, return unto the court again:

That sly inveigling Frenchman we’ll exile,

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 revenged at full.

Archbishop of Canterbury

But yet lift not your swords against the king.

Lancaster

No; but we will lift Gaveston from hence.

Warwick

And war must be the means, or he’ll stay still.

Queen Isabella

Then let him stay; for, rather than my lord

Shall be oppressed with civil mutinies,

I will endure a melancholy life,

And let him frolic with his minion.

Archbishop of Canterbury

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.

Lancaster

What we confirm the king will frustrate.

Younger Mortimer

Then may we lawfully revolt from him.

Warwick

But say, my lord, where shall this meeting be?

Archbishop of Canterbury

At the New Temple.

Younger Mortimer

Content.

Archbishop of Canterbury

And, in the meantime, I’ll entreat you all

To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me.

Lancaster

Come, then, let’s away.

Younger Mortimer

Madam, farewell.

Queen Isabella

Farewell, sweet Mortimer, and, for my sake,

Forbear to levy arms against the king.

Younger Mortimer

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

Exeunt.