Lan. Then linger not, my lord, but do it straight.
Archbish. Remember how the bishop was abused! Either banish him that was the cause thereof,60 Or I will presently discharge these lords [193] Of duty and allegiance due to thee.
Edw. It boots me not to threat—I must speak fair: [Aside. The legate of the pope will be obeyed. My lord, you shall be Chancellor of the realm; Thou, Lancaster, High Admiral of the fleet; Young Mortimer and his uncle shall be earls; And you, Lord Warwick, President of the North; And thou of Wales. If this content you not, Make several kingdoms of this monarchy,70 And share it equally amongst you all, So I may have some nook or corner left, To frolic with my dearest Gaveston.
Archbish. Nothing shall alter us—we are resolved.
Lan. Come, come, subscribe.
Y. Mor. Why should you love him whom the world hates so?
Edw. Because he loves me more than all the world. Ah, none but rude and savage-minded men Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston; You that be [194] noble born should pity him.80
War. You that are princely born should shake him off: For shame subscribe, and let the lown [195] depart.
Archbish. Are you content to banish him the realm?