Bish. For this offence, be thou accurst of God!
Edw. Who's there? Convey this priest to the Tower.
Bish. True, true. [181]200
Edw. But in the meantime, Gaveston, away, And take possession of his house and goods. Come, follow me, and thou shalt have my guard To see it done, and bring thee safe again.
Gav. What should a priest do with so fair a house? A prison may best [182] beseem his holiness. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter [183] both the Mortimers, Warwick, and Lancaster.
War. 'Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower, And goods and body given to Gaveston.
Lan. What! will they tyrannise upon the church? Ah, wicked king! accursed Gaveston! This ground, which is corrupted with their steps, Shall be their timeless [184] sepulchre or mine.
Y. Mor. Well, let that peevish Frenchman guard him sure; Unless his breast be sword-proof he shall die.