Kent. No marvel though thou scorn thy noble peers, When I thy brother am rejected thus. [Exit.
Edw. Away! Poor Gaveston, that has no friend but me, Do what they can, we'll live in Tynemouth here, And, so I walk with him about the walls,220 What care I though the Earls begirt us round— Here cometh she that's cause of all these jars.
Enter the Queen, with King's Niece, two Ladies, Gaveston, Baldock, and Young Spencer.
Queen. My lord, 'tis thought the Earls are up in arms.
Edw. I, and 'tis likewise thought you favour 'em. [237]
Queen. Thus do you still suspect me without cause?
Lady. Sweet uncle! speak more kindly to the queen.
Gav. My lord, dissemble with her, speak her fair.
Edw. Pardon me, sweet, I forgot myself.
Queen. Your pardon is quickly got of Isabel.