Arun. The Earl of Warwick seized him on his way; For being delivered unto Pembroke's men, Their lord rode home thinking his prisoner safe; But ere he came, Warwick in ambush lay, And bare him to his death; and in a trench Strake off his head, and marched unto the camp.120
Y. Spen. A bloody part, flatly 'gainst law of arms.
Edw. O shall I speak, or shall I sigh and die!
Y. Spen. My lord, refer your vengeance to the sword Upon these barons; hearten up your men; Let them not unrevenged murder your friends! Advance your standard, Edward, in the field, And march to fire them from their starting holes. [Edward kneels.
Edw. By earth, the common mother of us all, By heaven, and all the moving orbs thereof, By this right hand, and by my father's sword,130 And all the honours 'longing to my crown, I will have heads, and lives for him, as many As I have manors, castles, towns, and towers! [Rises. Treacherous Warwick! traitorous Mortimer! If I be England's king, in lakes of gore Your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail, That you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood, And stain my royal standard with the same, That so my bloody colours may suggest Remembrance of revenge immortally140 On your accursèd traitorous progeny, You villains, that have slain my Gaveston! And in his place of honour and of trust, Spencer, sweet Spencer, I adopt thee here: And merely of our love we do create thee Earl of Gloucester, and Lord Chamberlain, Despite of times, despite of enemies.
Y. Spen. My Lord, here is [265] a messenger from the barons Desires access unto your majesty.
Edw. Admit him near.150
Enter the Herald from the Barons, with his coat of arms.
Her. Long live King Edward, England's lawful lord!
Edw. So wish not they, I wis, that sent thee hither. Thou com'st from Mortimer and his complices, A ranker rout [266] of rebels never was. Well, say thy message.