Arun. My lords, King Edward greets you all by me.
War. Arundel, say your message.
Arun. His majesty, Hearing that you had taken Gaveston, Intreateth you by me, but that he may See him before he dies; for why, he says, And sends you word, he knows that die he shall; And if you gratify his grace so far, He will be mindful of the courtesy.
War. How now?
Gav. Renownèd Edward, how thy name Revives poor Gaveston!
War. No, it needeth not;40 Arundel, we will gratify the king In other matters; he must pardon us in this. Soldiers, away with him!
Gav. Why, my lord of Warwick, Will not these delays beget my hopes? [250] I know it, lords, it is this life you aim at, Yet grant King Edward this.
Y. Mor. Shalt thou appoint What we shall grant? Soldiers, away with him: Thus we'll gratify the king, We'll send his head by thee; let him bestow His tears on that, for that is all he gets50 Of Gaveston, or else his senseless trunk.
Lan. Not so, my lords, lest he bestow more cost In burying him than he hath ever earned.
Arun. My lords, it is his Majesty's request. And in the honour of a king he swears, He will but talk with him, and send him back.