Volume II Part 35 (2/2)
_Gav._ Farewell, my lord.
_Edw._ Lady, farewell.
_Lady._ Farewell, sweet uncle, till we meet again. 10
_Edw._ Farewell, sweet Gaveston; and farewell, niece.
_Queen._ No farewell to poor Isabel thy queen?
_Edw._ Yes, yes, for Mortimer, your lover's sake.
[_Exeunt all but_ ISABEL.
_Queen._ Heaven can witness I love none but you: From my embracements thus he breaks away.
O that mine arms could close this isle about, That I might pull him to me where I would!
Or that these tears, that drizzle from mine eyes, Had power to mollify his stony heart, That when I had him we might never part. 20
_Enter the_ Barons. _Alarums._
_Lan._ I wonder how he scaped!
_Y. Mor._ Who's this, the queen?
_Queen._ I, Mortimer, the miserable queen, Whose pining heart her inward sighs have blasted, And body with continual mourning wasted: These hands are tired with haling of my lord From Gaveston, from wicked Gaveston, And all in vain; for, when I speak him fair, He turns away, and smiles upon his minion.
_Y. Mor._ Cease to lament, and tell us where's the king?
_Queen._ What would you with the king? is't him you seek? 30
_Lan._ No, madam, but that cursed Gaveston.
Far be it from the thought of Lancaster To offer violence to his sovereign.
We would but rid the realm of Gaveston: Tell us where he remains, and he shall die.
_Queen._ He's gone by water unto Scarborough; Pursue him quickly, and he cannot scape; The king hath left him, and his train is small.
_War._ Foreslow[243] no time, sweet Lancaster, let's march.
_Y. Mor._ How comes it that the king and he is parted? 40
_Queen._ That thus[244] your army, going several ways, Might be of lesser force: and with the power That he intendeth presently to raise, Be easily suppressed; therefore[245] be gone.
_Y. Mor._ Here in the river rides a Flemish hoy; Let's all aboard, and follow him amain.
_Lan._ The wind that bears him hence will fill our sails: Come, come aboard, 'tis but an hour's sailing.
_Y. Mor._ Madam, stay you within this castle here.
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