Edw. But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside? Be thou commander of our royal fleet; Or, if that lofty office like thee not, I make thee here Lord Marshal of the realm.
Y. Mor. My lord, I'll marshal so your enemies, As England shall be quiet, and you safe.
Edw. And as for you, Lord Mortimer of Chirke, Whose great achievements in our foreign war360 Deserves no common place, nor mean reward; Be you the general of the levied troops, That now are ready to assail the Scots.
E. Mor. In this your grace hath highly honoured me, For with my nature war doth best agree.
Queen. Now is the king of England rich and strong, Having the love of his renownéd peers.
Edw. I, Isabel, ne'er was my heart so light. Clerk of the crown, direct our warrant forth For Gaveston to Ireland: [Enter Beaumont with warrant.] Beaumont, fly,370 As fast as Iris, or Jove's Mercury.
Bea. It shall be done, my gracious lord.
Edw. Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your charge. Now let us in, and feast it royally. Against our friend the Earl of Cornwall comes, We'll have a general tilt and tournament; And then his marriage shall be solemnised. For wot you not that I have made him sure [209] Unto our cousin, the earl of Gloucester's heir?
Lan. Such news we hear, my lord.380
Edw. That day, if not for him, yet for my sake, Who in the triumph will be challenger, Spare for no cost; we will requite your love.