Queen. In saying this, thou wrong'st me, Gaveston; Is't not enough that thou corrupt'st my lord,150 And art a bawd to his affections, But thou must call mine honour thus in question?
Gav. I mean not so; your grace must pardon me.
Edw. Thou art too familiar with that Mortimer, And by thy means is Gaveston exiled; But I would wish thee reconcile the lords, Or thou shalt ne'er be reconciled to me.
Queen. Your highness knows it lies not in my power.
Edw. Away then! touch me not—Come, Gaveston.
Queen. Villain! 'tis thou that robb'st me of my lord.160
Gav. Madam, 'tis you that rob me of my lord.
Edw. Speak not unto her; let her droop and pine.
Queen. Wherein, my lord, have I deserved these words? Witness the tears that Isabella sheds, Witness this heart, that sighing for thee, breaks, How dear my lord is to poor Isabel.
Edw. And witness heaven how dear thou art to me: There weep: for till my Gaveston be repealed, Assure thyself thou com'st not in my sight. [Exeunt Edward and Gaveston.