What call you this but private libelling Against the Earl of Cornwall and my brother? _Q. Isab._ Sweet husband, be content; they all love you. _K. Edw._ They love me not that hate my Gaveston. I am that cedar; shake me not too much; And you the eagles; soar ye ne'er so high, I have the jesses that will pull you down; And _AEque tandem_ shall that canker cry Unto the proudest peer of Britainy. Thou that compar'st him to a flying-fish, And threaten'st death whether he rise or fall, 'Tis not the hugest monster of the sea, Nor foulest harpy, that shall swallow him. _Y. Mor._ If in his absence thus he favours him, What will he do whenas he shall be present? _Lan._ That shall we see: look, where his lordship come! _Enter_ GAVESTON. _K. Edw._ My Gaveston! Welcome to Tynmouth! welcome to thy friend! Thy absence made me droop and pine away; For, as the lovers of fair Danae, When she was lock'd up in a brazen tower, Desir'd her more, and wax'd outrageous, So did it fare with me: and now thy sight Is sweeter far than was thy parting hence Bitter and irksome to my sobbing heart. _Gav._ Sweet lord and king, your speech preventeth mine; Yet have I words left to express my joy: The shepherd, nipt with biting winter's rage, Frolics not more to see the painted spring Than I do to behold your majesty. _K. Edw._ Will none of you salute my Gaveston? _Lan._ Salute him! yes.--Welcome, Lord Chamberlain! _Y. Mor._ Welcome is the good Earl of Cornwall! _War._ Welcome, Lord Governor of the Isle of Man! _Pem._ Welcome, Master Secretary! _Kent._ Brother, do you hear them? _K. Edw._ Still will these earls and barons use me thus? _Gav._ My lord, I cannot brook these injuries. _Q. Isab._ Ay me, poor soul, when these begin to jar! [_Aside._ _K. Edw._ Return it to their throats; I'll be thy warrant. _Gav._ Base, leaden earls, that glory in your birth, Go sit at home, and eat your tenants' beef; And come not here to scoff at Gaveston, Whose mounting thoughts did never creep so low As to bestow a look on such as you. _Lan._ Yet I disdain not to do this for you. [_Draws his sword, and offers to stab Gaveston._ _K. Edw._ Treason! treason! where's the traitor? _Pem._ Here, here! _K. Edw._ Convey hence Gaveston; they'll murder him. _Gav._ The life of thee shall salve this foul disgrace. _Y. Mor._ Villain, thy life! unless I miss mine aim. [_Wounds Gaveston._ _Q. Isab._ Ah, furious Mortimer, what hast thou done. _Y. Mor._ No more than I would answer, were he slain. [_Exit Gaveston with Attendants._ _K. Edw._ Yes, more than thou canst answer, though he live: Dear shall you both abide this riotous deed: Out of my presence! come not near the court. _Y. Mor._ I'll not be barr'd the court for Gaveston. _Lan._ We'll hale him by the ears unto the block. _K. Edw._ Look to your own heads; his is sure enough.