Gav. Farewell, my lord.
Edw. Lady, farewell.
Lady. Farewell, sweet uncle, till we meet again.10
Edw. Farewell, sweet Gaveston; and farewell, niece.
Queen. No farewell to poor Isabel thy queen?
Edw. Yes, yes, for Mortimer, your lover's sake. [Exeunt all but Isabel.
Queen. Heaven can witness I love none but you: From my embracements thus he breaks away. O that mine arms could close this isle about, That I might pull him to me where I would! Or that these tears, that drizzle from mine eyes, Had power to mollify his stony heart, That when I had him we might never part.20
Enter the Barons. Alarums.
Lan. I wonder how he scaped!
Y. Mor. Who's this, the queen?