Mor.ju.
But Madame, would you have us call him home?
Qu.
I Mortimer, for till he be restor'd,
The angry King hath banisht me the Court,
And therefore as thou lov'st and tendrest me,
Be thou my Advocate unto these Peeres.
Mor.ju.
What would you have me plead for Gaveston?
Mor.se.
Plead for him that will, I am resolv'd.
Lanc.
And so am I my Lord, disswade the Queene.
Que.
O Lancaster, let him disswade the King,
For tis against my will he should returne.
War.
Then speake not for him, let the Pesant goe.
Qu.
Tis for my selfe I speake, and not for him.
Pen.
No speaking will prevaile, and therefore cease.
Mor.ju.
Faire Queene, forbeare to angle for the fish,
Which being caught, strikes him that takes it dead,
I meane that vile Torpedo, Gaveston,
That now I hope flotes on the Irish seas,
Qu.
Sweete Mortimer sit downe by me awhile,
And I will tell thee reasons of such waight,
As thou wilt soone subscribe to his repeale.
Mor.ju.
It is impossible, but speake your mind.
Que.
Then thus, but none shall heare it but our selves.
Lan.
My Lords albeit the Queen winne Mortimer,
Will you be resolute and hold with me?
Mor.se.
Not I against my Nephew.
Pen.
Feare not, the Queenes words cannot alter him.
War.
No, do but marke how earnestly she pleads.
Lan.
And see how coldly his lookes make deniall.
War.
She smiles, now for my life his mind is chang'd.
Lan.
Ile rather lose his friendship I, then grant.
Mor.ju.
Well of necessity it must be so,
My Lords that I abhorre base Gaveston,
I hope your honours make no question,
And therefore though I plead for his repeale,
Tis not for his sake but for our availe:
Nay for the realmes behoofe and for the Kings.
Lan.
Fie Mortimer, dishonour not thy selfe,
Can this be true, twas good to banish him?
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