War.
Upon him Souldiers, take away his weapons.
Mor.ju.
Thou proud disturber of thy countries peace,
Corrupter of thy King, cause of these broiles,
Base flatterer, yeeld, and were it not for shame,
Shame and dishonour to a Souldiers name,
Upon my weapons point heere shouldst thou fall,
And welter in thy gore.
Lan.
Monster of men, that like the Greekish strumpet
Train'd to armes and bloudy warres
So many valiant Knights,
Looke for no other fortune wretch then death,
King Edward is not here to buckler thee.
War.
Lancaster, why talkst thou to the slave?
Go Souldiers take him hence,
For by my sword his head shall off:
Gaveston, short warning shall serve thy turne:
It is our Countries cause,
That heere severely we will execute
Upon thy person: hang him at a bough:
Gav.
My Lord.
War.
Souldiers have him away:
But for thou wert the favorite of a King,
Thou shalt have so much honour at our hands.
Gave.
I thanke you all my Lords, then I perceive,
That heading is one, and hanging is the other,
And death is all.
Enter Earle of Arundell.
Lanc.
How now my Lord of Arundell?
Arun.
My Lords, King Edward greetes you all by me.
War.
Arundell, say your message.
Arun.
His Majesty hearing that you had taken Gaveston,
Intreateth you by me, yet but he may
See him before he dyes, for why, he sayes
And sends you word, he knowes that dye he shall,
And if you gratifie his Grace so farre,
He will be mindfull of the curtesie.
War.
How now?
Gave.
Renowned Edward, how thy name
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