Queen. O Lancaster! let him dissuade the king, For 'tis against my will he should return.
War. Then speak not for him, let the peasant go.
Queen. 'Tis for myself I speak, and not for him.
Pem. No speaking will prevail, [205] and therefore cease.220
Y. Mor. Fair queen, forbear to angle for the fish Which, being caught, strikes him that takes it dead; I mean that vile torpedo, Gaveston, That now I hope floats on the Irish seas.
Queen. Sweet Mortimer, sit down by me awhile, And I will tell thee reasons of such weight As thou wilt soon subscribe to his repeal.
Y. Mor. It is impossible; but speak your mind.
Queen. Then thus, but none shall hear it but ourselves. [Talks to Y. Mor. apart.
Lan. My lords, albeit the queen win Mortimer,230 Will you be resolute, and hold with me?
E. Mor. Not I, against my nephew.