Kent. Is this the duty that you owe your king?
War. We know our duties—let him know his peers.
Edw. Whither will you bear him? Stay, or ye shall die.
E. Mor. We are no traitors; therefore threaten not.
Gav. No, threaten not, my lord, but pay them home! Were I a king——
Y. Mor. Thou villain, wherefore talk'st thou of a king, That hardly art a gentleman by birth?
Edw. Were he a peasant, being my minion,30 I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him.
Lan. My lord, you may not thus disparage us. Away, I say, with hateful Gaveston.
E. Mor. And with the Earl of Kent that favours him. [Attendants remove Kent and Gaveston.
Edw. Nay, then, lay violent hands upon your king, Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne: Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown: Was ever king thus over-ruled as I?