Edw. For thee, fair queen, if thou lov'st Gaveston, I'll hang a golden tongue about thy neck, Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good success.
Queen. No other jewels hang about my neck330 Than these, my lord; nor let me have more wealth Than I may fetch from this rich treasury— O how a kiss revives poor Isabel!
Edw. Once more receive my hand; and let this be A second marriage 'twixt thyself and me.
Queen. And may it prove more happy than the first! My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair, That wait attendance for a gracious look, And on their knees salute your majesty.
Edw. Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy king;340 And, as gross vapours perish by the sun, Even so let hatred with thy sovereign's [208] smile. Live thou with me as my companion.
Lan. This salutation overjoys my heart.
Edw. Warwick shall be my chiefest counsellor: These silver hairs will more adorn my court Than gaudy silks, or rich embroidery. Chide me, sweet Warwick, if I go astray.
War. Slay me, my lord, when I offend your grace.
Edw. In solemn triumphs, and in public shows,350 Pembroke shall bear the sword before the king.
Pem. And with this sword Pembroke will fight for you.