Enter Warwick and his company.
War. My lord of Pembroke's men, Strive you no longer—I will have that Gaveston.
James. Your lordship does dishonour to yourself, And wrong our lord, your honourable friend.
War. No, James, it is my country's cause I follow.10 Go, take the villain; soldiers, come away. We'll make quick work. Commend me to your master, My friend, and tell him that I watched it well. Come, let thy shadow [258] parley with King Edward.
Gav. Treacherous earl, shall I not see the king?
War. The king of Heaven perhaps, no other king. Away! [Exeunt Warwick and his Men with Gaveston.
James. Come, fellows, it booted not for us to strive, We will in haste go certify our lord. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter [259] King Edward and Young Spencer, Baldock, and Nobles of the king's side, with drums and fifes.
Edw. I long to hear an answer from the barons Touching my friend, my dearest Gaveston. Ah! Spencer, not the riches of my realm Can ransom him! ah, he is marked to die! I know the malice of the younger Mortimer, Warwick I know is rough, and Lancaster Inexorable, and I shall never see My lovely Pierce of Gaveston again! The barons overbear me with their pride.