Queen. No, rather will I die a thousand deaths: And yet I love in vain—he'll ne'er love me.
Lan. Fear ye not, madam; now his minion's gone, His wanton humour will be quickly left.
Queen. O never, Lancaster! I am enjoined200 To sue upon you all for his repeal; This wills my lord, and this must I perform, Or else be banished from his highness' presence.
Lan. For his repeal, madam! he comes not back, Unless the sea cast up his shipwrecked body.
War. And to behold so sweet a sight as that, There's none here but would run his horse to death.
Y. Mor. But, madam, would you have us call him home?
Queen. I, Mortimer, for till he be restored, The angry king hath banished me the court;210 And, therefore, as thou lov'st and tender'st me, Be thou my advocate upon the peers.
Y. Mor. What! would you have me plead for Gaveston?
E. Mor. Plead for him that will, I am resolved.
Lan. And so am I, my lord! dissuade the queen.