Edw. I, priest, and lives to be revenged on thee, That wert the only cause of his exile.
Gav. 'Tis true; and but for reverence of these robes, Thou should'st not plod one foot beyond this place.180
Bish. I did no more than I was bound to do; And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaimed, As then I did incense the parliament, So will I now, and thou shalt back to France.
Gav. Saving your reverence, you must pardon me.
Edw. Throw off his golden mitre, rend his stole, And in the channel [180] 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,190 I'll be revenged on him for my exile.
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.
Edw. I, to the Tower, the Fleet, or where thou wilt.