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Act Two, Scene Six

Enter Gaveston moorning, and the earle of Penbrookes men [, James and three souldiers].

O treacherous Warwicke thus to wrong thy friend!

I see it is your life these armes pursue.

Weaponles must I fall and die in bands,
O must this day be period of my life,
Center of all my blisse! And yee be men,
Speede to the king.
Enter Warwicke and his companie.

My lord of Penbrookes men,
Strive you no longer, I will have that Gaveston.

Your lordship doth dishonor to your selfe,
And wrong our lord, your honorable friend.

No James, it is my countries cause I follow.
Goe, take the villaine, soldiers come away,
Weel make quick worke, commend me to your maister
My friend, and tell him that I watcht it well.
Come, let thy shadow parley with king Edward.

Treacherous earle, shall I not see the king ?

The king of heaven perhaps, no other king, Away.
Exeunt Warwicke and his men, with Gaveston.
Manet James cum caeteris.

Come fellowes, it booted not for us to strive,
We will in hast go certifie our Lord.

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