Queen. Ah! furious Mortimer, what hast thou done?
Y. Mor. No more than I would answer, were he slain. [Exit Gaveston with Attendants.
Edw. Yes, more than thou canst answer, though he live; Dear shall you both abide this riotous deed. Out of my presence! come not near the court.
Y. Mor. I'll not be barred the court for Gaveston.90
Lan. We'll hale him by the ears unto the block.
Edw. Look to your own heads; his is sure enough.
War. Look to your own crown, if you back him thus.
Kent. Warwick, these words do ill beseem thy years.
Edw. Nay, all of them conspire to cross me thus; But if I live, I'll tread upon their heads That think with high looks thus to tread me down. Come, Edmund, let's away and levy men, 'Tis war that must abate these barons' pride. [Exeunt the King, Queen, and Kent.
War. Let's to our castles, for the king is moved.100