Lan. And thereof came it, that the fleering [233] Scots, To England's high disgrace, have made this jig; Maids [234] of England, sore may you mourn, For your lemans you have lost at Bannocksbourn, With a heave and a ho.190 What weeneth the King of England, So soon to have won Scotland? With a rombelow? [235]
Y. Mor. Wigmore [236] shall fly, to set my uncle free.
Lan. And when 'tis gone, our swords shall purchase more. If ye be moved, revenge it if you can; Look next to see us with our ensigns spread. [Exeunt Nobles.
Edw. My swelling heart for very anger breaks! How oft have I been baited by these peers, And dare not be revenged, for their power is great!200 Yet, shall the crowing of these cockerels Affright a lion? Edward, unfold thy paws, And let their lives' blood slake thy fury's hunger. If I be cruel and grow tyrannous, Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late.
Kent. My lord, I see your love to Gaveston Will be the ruin of the realm and you, For now the wrathful nobles threaten wars, And therefore, brother, banish him for ever.
Edw. Art thou an enemy to my Gaveston?210
Kent. I, and it grieves me that I favoured him.
Edw. Traitor, begone! whine thou with Mortimer.
Kent. So will I, rather than with Gaveston.
Edw. Out of my sight, and trouble me no more!