Come lets away, and when the marriage ends,
Have at the rebels, and their complices. Exeunt omnes.
Enter Lancaster, Mortimer, Warwicke, Penbrooke, Kent.
Kent.
My Lords, of love to this our native Land,
I come to joyne with you and leave the King,
And in your quarrell and the Realmes behoofe,
Will be the first that shall adventure life.
Lan.
I feare me you are sent of pollicy,
To undermine us with a shew of love.
War.
He is your Brother, therefore have we cause
To cast the worst, and doubt of your revolt.
Edm.
Mine honour should be hostage of my truth,
If that will not suffice farewell my Lords.
Mor.ju.
Stay Edmond, never was Plantagenet
False of his word, and therefore trust we thee.
Pen.
But whats the reason you should leave him now?
Kent.
I have enform'd the Earle of Lancaster.
Lan.
And it sufficeth: now my Lords know this,
That Gaveston is secretly arriv'd,
And here in Tinmoth frolicks with the King,
Let us with these our followers scale the walles,
And sodainely surprize them unawares.
Mor.ju.
Ile give the onset.
War.
And ile follow thee.
Mor.ju.
This tottered Ensigne of my Ancestors,
Which swept the desart shore of that dead sea,
Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
Will I advance upon this Castle walls,
Drums strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And ring aloud the knell of Gaveston.
Lan.
None be so hardy as to touche the King,
But neither spare you Gaveston, nor his friends. Exeunt.
Enter the King and Spencer, to them Gaveston, &c.
Edw.
O tell me Spencer where is Gaveston?
Spen.
I feare me he is slaine my gracious Lord.
Edw.
No, here he comes, now let them spoyle and kill:
Flie, flie my Lords, the Earles have got the hold,
Take shipping and away to Scarborough,
Spen.
