Act Two, Scene ThreeEnter Lancaster, Mortimer [junior], Warwick, Penbrooke, Kent.
My lords, of love to this our native land,
I come to joine with you, and leave the king,
And in your quarrell and the realmes behoofe,
Will be the first that shall adventure life.
I feare me you are sent of pollicie,
To undermine us with a showe of love.
He is your brother, therefore have we cause
To cast the worst, and doubt of your revolt.
Mine honor shalbe hostage of my truth,
If that will not suffice, farewell my lords.
Stay Edmund, never was Plantagenet
False of his word, and therefore trust we thee.
But whats the reason you should leave him now?
I have enformd the Earle of Lancaster.
And it sufficeth: now my lords know this,
That Gaveston is secretlie arrivde,
And here in Tinmoth frollicks with the king.
Let us with these our followers scale the walles,
And sodenly surprize them unawares.
Ile give the onset.
And ile follow thee.
This tottered ensigne of my auncesters,
Which swept the desart shore of that dead sea,
Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
Will I advaunce upon this castell walles,
Drums strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And ring aloude the knell of Gaveston.
None be so hardie as to touche the King,
But neither spare you Gaveston, nor his friends.