Lan. Learn then to rule us better, and the realm.
Y. Mor. What we have done, our heart-blood shall maintain.40
War. Think you that we can brook this upstart pride?
Edw. Anger and wrathful fury stops my speech.
Archbish. Why are you moved? be patient, my lord, And see what we your counsellors have done.
Y. Mor. My lords, now let us all be resolute, And either have our wills or lose our lives.
Edw. Meet you for this? proud overbearing peers! Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me, This isle shall fleet [192] upon the ocean, And wander to the unfrequented Inde.50
Archbish. You know that I am legate to the pope; On your allegiance to the see of Rome, Subscribe, as we have done, to his exile.
Y. Mor. Curse him, if he refuse; and then may we Depose him and elect another king.
Edw. I, there it goes—but yet I will not yield: Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can.