Desires to see the man before his death,
I will upon mine honour undertake
To carry him and bring him back againe,
Provided this, that you my Lord of Arundell
Will joyne with me.
War.
Penbrooke, what wilt thou doe?
Cause yet more bloud-shed: is it not enough
That we have taken him, but must we now
Leave him on had-I-wist, and let him go?
Pen.
My Lords, I will not over-wooe your Honours,
But if you dare trust Penbrooke with the Prisoner,
Upon mine Oath I will returne him backe.
Arun.
My Lord of Lancaster, what say you in this?
Lan.
Why I say let him goe on Penbrookes word.
Pen.
And you Lord Mortimer.
Mor.
How say you my Lord of Warwicke?
War.
Nay, do your pleasures,
I know how t'will proove.
Pen.
Then give him me.
Gave.
Sweete Soveraigne, yet I come
To see thee ere I dye.
War.
Yet not perhaps,
If Warwicks wit and policy prevaile.
Mor.ju.
My Lord of Penbrooke, we deliver him you.
Returne him on your Honour sound away. Exeunt.
Manent Penbrooke, Arundell, Gaveston, and
Penbrookes men, foure souldiers.
Pen.
My Lord, you shall goe with me,
My house is not farre hence, out of the way
A little, but our men shall goe along,
We that have pretty wenches to our Wives,
Sir, must not come so neere and balke their lips.
Mat.
Tis very kindly spoke my Lord of Penbrooke,
Your honour hath an Adamant of power,
To draw a Prince.
Pen.
So my Lord, come hither James,
I do commit this Gaveston to thee,
Be thou this night his Keeper, in the morning
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