Y. Mor. How say you, my lord of Warwick?
War. Nay, do your pleasures, I know how 'twill prove.
Pem. Then give him me.
Gav. Sweet sovereign, yet I come90 To see thee ere I die.
War. Yet not perhaps, If Warwick's wit and policy prevail. [Aside.
Y. Mor. My lord of Pembroke, we deliver him you; Return him on your honour. Sound, away! [Exeunt all but Pembroke, Arundel, [256] Gaveston, and Pembroke's men.
Pem. My lord [of Arundel], you shall go with me. My house is not far hence; out of the way A little, but our men shall go along. We that have pretty wenches to our wives, Sir, must not come so near to baulk their lips.
Arun. 'Tis very kindly spoke, my lord of Pembroke;100 Your honour hath an adamant of power To draw a prince.
Pem. So, my lord. Come hither, James I do commit this Gaveston to thee, Be thou this night his keeper, in the morning We will discharge thee of thy charge: be gone.