Y. Mor. Madam, stay you within this castle here.
Queen. No, Mortimer, I'll to my lord the king.50
Y. Mor. Nay, rather sail with us to Scarborough.
Queen. You know the king is so suspicious, As if he hear I have but talked with you, Mine honour will be called in question; And therefore, gentle Mortimer, be gone.
Y. Mor. Madam, I cannot stay to answer you, But think of Mortimer as he deserves. [Exeunt Barons.
Queen. So well hast thou deserved, sweet Mortimer, As Isabel could live with thee for ever. In vain I look for love at Edward's hand,60 Whose eyes are fixed on none but Gaveston: Yet once more I'll importune him with prayer, If he be strange and not regard my words, My son and I will over into France, And to the king my brother there complain, How Gaveston hath robbed me of his love: But yet I hope my sorrows will have end, And Gaveston this blessèd day be slain. [Exit.
SCENE V.
Enter [246] Gaveston, pursued.
Gav. Yet, lusty lords, I have escaped your hands, Your threats, your larums, and your hot pursuits; And though divorcèd from King Edward's eyes, Yet liveth Pierce of Gaveston unsurprised, Breathing, in hope (malgrado [247] all your beards, That muster rebels thus against your king), To see [248] his royal sovereign once again.