Gave.
For every looke my Lord drops downe a teare,
Seeing I must goe, do not renew my sorrow.
Edw.
The time is little that thou hast to stay,
And therefore give me leave to looke my fill,
But come sweete friend, ile beare thee on thy way.
Gave.
The Peeres will frowne.
Edw.
I passe not for their anger, come lets goe,
O that we might as well returne as goe.
Enter Edmond and Queen Isabell.
Whither goes my Lord?
Edw.
Fawne not on me french strumpet, get thee gone,
Qu.
On whom but on my husband should I fawne?
Gave.
On Mortimer, with whom ungentle Queene,
I say no more, judge you the rest my Lord,
Qu.
In saying this thou wrongst me Gaveston,
Ist not enough that thou corrupts my Lord,
And art a Bawd to his affections,
But thou must call mine honour thus in question?
Gave.
I meane not so, your Grace must pardon me.
Edw.
Thou art too familiar with that Mortimer,
And by thy meanes is Gaveston exil'd.
But I would wish thee reconcile the Lords,
Or thou shalt ne're be reconcil'd to me.
Qu.
Your Highnesse knowes it lies not in my power.
Edw.
Away then, touch me not, come Gaveston.
Qu.
Villaine, tis thou that rob'st me of my Lord.
Gav.
Madam, tis you that rob me of my Lord.
Edw.
Speake not unto her, let her droope and pine.
Qu.
Wherein my Lord, have I deserv'd these words?
Witnesse the teares that Isabella sheds,
Witnesse this heart, that sighing for thee breakes,
How deere my Lord is to poore Isabell.
Edw.
And witnesse Heaven how deere thou art to me.
There weepe: for till my Gaveston be repeal'd,
Assure thy selfe thou comst not in my sight.
Exeunt Edward and Gaveston.
O miserable and distressed Queene,
Would when I left sweete France and was imbark't,
That
