And being like pins heads, blame me for the bignesse,
Which made me Curate-like in mine attire,
Though inwardly licentious enough,
And apt for any kind of villany.
I am none of these common Pedants I,
That cannot speake without propterea quod.
Spen.
But one of those that saith quando quidem,
And hath a speciall gift to forme a verbe.
Bald.
Leave off this jesting, here my Lady comes.
Enter the Lady.
The griefe for his exile was not so much,
As is the joy of his returning home,
This Letter came from my sweete Gaveston,
What needst thou love thus to excuse thy selfe?
I know thou couldst not come and visit me,
I will not long be from thee though I dye:
This argues the entire love of my Lord,
When I forsake thee, death seaze on my heart,
But stay thee here where Gaveston shall sleepe.
Now to the Letter of my Lord the King,
He wills me to repaire unto the Court,
And meete my Gaveston: why do I stay,
Seeing that he talkes thus of my marriage day?
Whose there, Balducke?
See that my Coach be ready, I must hence.
Bald.
It shall be done Madam. Exit.
Lad.
And meete me at the Parke pale presently:
Spencer, stay you and beare me company,
For I have joyfull newes to tell thee of,
My Lord of Cornewall is a comming over,
And will be at the Court as soone as we.
Spe.
I knew the King would have him home again.
Lady.
If all things sort out, as I hope they will,
Thy service Spencer shall be thought upon.
Spen.
I humbly thanke your Ladiship.
Lad.
Come leade the way, I long till I am there.
Enter Edward, the Queene, Lancaster, Mortimer, Warwicke, Pembrooke, Kent, attendants.
Edw.
