_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.
_Gav._ Unhappy Gaveston, whither goest thou now? [_Exit with_ JAMES _and_ PEMBROKE'S men.
_Horse-boy._ My lord, we'll quickly be at Cobham. [_Exeunt._
_Enter[257]_ GAVESTON _mourning_, JAMES, _and the_ EARL of PEMBROKE'S men.
_Gav._ O treacherous Warwick! thus to wrong thy friend.
_James._ I see it is your life these arms pursue.
_Gav._ Weaponless must I fall, and die in bands? O! must this day be period of my life? Centre of all my bliss! An ye be men, Speed to the king.
_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._
_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.