Spencer and I will post away by Land.
Gave.
O stay my Lord, they will not injure you.
Edw.
I will not trust them, Gaveston away.
Gave.
Farewell my Lord.
Edw.
Lady, farewell.
Lady.
Farewell sweete Uncle till we meete againe.
Edw.
Farewell sweete Gaveston, and farewell Neece.
Que.
No farewell to poore Isabell, thy Queene?
Edw.
Yes yes, for Mortimer your Lovers sake. Exeunt omnes, manet Isabella.
Que.
Heavens can witnesse I love none but you,
From my imbracements thus he breakes away,
O that mine armes could close this Ile about,
That I might pull him to me where I would,
Or that these teares that drissell from mine eyes,
Had power to mollifie his stonie heart,
That when I had him we might never part.
Enter the Barons alarums.
Lan.
I wonder how he scapt.
Mor.ju.
Whose this, the Queene?
Que.
I Mortimer, the miserable Queene,
Whose pining heart her inward sighes have blasted,
And body with continuall mourning wasted:
These hands are tir'd, with hailing of my Lord
From Gaveston, from wicked Gaveston,
And all in vaine, for when I speake him faire,
He turnes away, and smiles upon his Minion.
Mor.ju.
Cease to lament, and tell us wher's the King?
Qu.
What would you with the King? ist him you seek?
Lan.
No Madame, but that cursed Gaveston.
Farre be it from the thought of Lancaster,
To offer violence to his Soveraigne,
We would but rid the Realme of Gaveston,
Tell us where he remaines, and he shall dye.
Qu.
Hees gone by water unto Scarborough,
Pursue him quickly, and he cannot scape,
The King hath left him, and his traine is small.
War.
Forslow no time, sweete Lancaster lets march.
Mor.
