Lan. I fear me, you are sent of policy, To undermine us with a show of love.
War. He is your brother, therefore have we cause To cast [239] the worst, and doubt of your revolt.
Kent. Mine honour shall be hostage of my truth: If that will not suffice, farewell, my lords.10
Y. Mor. Stay, Edmund; never was Plantagenet False of his word, and therefore trust we thee.
Pem. But what's the reason you should leave him now?
Kent. I have informed the Earl of Lancaster.
Lan. And it sufficeth. Now, my lords, know this, That Gaveston is secretly arrived, And here in Tynemouth frolics with the king. Let us with these our followers scale the walls, And suddenly surprise them unawares.
Y. Mor. I'll give the onset.
War. And I'll follow thee.20
Y. Mor. This tottered [240] ensign of my ancestors, Which swept the desert shore of that dead [241] sea Whereof we got the name of Mortimer, Will I advance upon this castle['s] walls. Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport, And ring aloud the knell of Gaveston!