Y. Mor. Moved may he be, and perish in his wrath!
Lan. Cousin, it is no dealing with him now, He means to make us stoop by force of arms; And therefore let us jointly here protest, To prosecute that Gaveston to the death.
Y. Mor. By heaven, the abject villain shall not live!
War. I'll have his blood, or die in seeking it.
Pem. The like oath Pembroke takes.
Lan. And so doth Lancaster. Now send our heralds to defy the king; And make the people swear to put him down.110
Enter Messenger.
Y. Mor. Letters! from whence?
Mess. From Scotland, My lord. [Giving letters to Mortimer.
Lan. Why, how now, cousin, how fares all our friends?