Edw. Kind words, and mutual talk makes our grief greater: Therefore, with dumb embracement, let us part— Stay, Gaveston, I cannot leave thee thus.
Gav. For every look, my lord [199] drops down a tear: Seeing I must go, do not renew my sorrow.
Edw. The time is little that thou hast to stay, And therefore, give me leave to look my fill: But come, sweet friend, I'll bear thee on thy way.140
Gav. The peers will frown.
Edw. I pass [200] not for their anger—Come, let's go; O that we might as well return as go.
Enter Kent [201] and Queen Isabel.
Queen. Whither goes my lord?
Edw. Fawn not on me, French strumpet! get thee gone.
Queen. On whom but on my husband should I fawn?
Gav. On Mortimer! with whom, ungentle queen— I say no more—judge you the rest, my lord.