Inexorable, and I shall never see
My lovely Pierce, my Gaveston againe,
The Barons overbeare me with their pride.
Spencer.
Were I King Edward, Englands soveraigne,
Sonne to the lovelie Elenor of Spaine,
Great Edward Longshankes issue: would I beare
These braves, this rage, and suffer uncontrowld
These Barons thus to beard me in my land,
In mine owne realme? my lord pardon my speeche,
Did you retaine your fathers magnanimitie,
Did you regard the honor of your name,
You would not suffer thus your Majestie
Be counterbuft of your nobilitie.
Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles,
No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest,
As by their preachments they will profit much,
And learne obedience to their lawfull King.
Edw.
Yea gentle Spencer, we have beene too milde,
Too kinde to them, but now have drawne our sword,
And if they send me not my Gaveston,
Weele steele it on their crest, and powle their tops.
Bald.
This haught resolve becomes your Majestie,
Not to be tied to their affection,
As though your highnes were a schoole boy still,
And must be awde and governd like a child.
Enter Hugh Spencer an old man, father to the young
Spencer, with his Trunchion and Soldiers.
Spen.pa.
Long live my soveraigne the noble Edward,
In peace triumphant, fortunate in warres.
Edw.
Welcome old man, com'st thou in Edwards aide?
Then tell thy Prince of whence and what thou art.
Spen.pa.
Loe with a band of Bowmen and of Pikes,
Browne Bils, and Targetiers, foure hundred strong,
Sworne to defend King Edwards royall right,
I come in person to your Majesty,
Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there,
Bound to your Highnesse ever-lastingly,
For favour done in him, unto us all.
Edw.
