Mor._ My Lord of Pembroke, we deliver him you: Return him on your honour.--Sound, away! [_Exeunt all except Pembroke, Arundel, Gaveston, James and other attendants of Pembroke._ _Pem._ My lord, you shall go with me: My house is not far hence; out of the way A little; but our men shall go along. We that have pretty wenches to our wives, Sir, must not come so near to balk their lips. _Arun._ 'Tis very kindly spoke, my Lord of Pembroke: Your honour hath an adamant of power To draw a prince. _Pem._ So, my lord.--Come hither, James: I do commit this Gaveston to thee; Be thou this night his keeper; in the morning We will discharge thee of thy charge: be gone. _Gav._ Unhappy Gaveston, whither go'st thou now? [_Exit with James and other Attendants of Pembroke._ _Horse-boy._ My lord, we'll quickly be at Cobham. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ GAVESTON _mourning,_ JAMES _and other_ Attendants _of_ PEMBROKE. _Gav._ O treacherous Warwick, thus to wrong thy friend! _James._ I see it is your life these arms pursue. _Gav._ Weaponless must I fall, and die in bands? O, must this day be period of my life, Centre of all my bliss? And ye be men, Speed to the king. _Enter_ WARWICK _and_ Soldiers. _War._ My Lord of Pembroke's men, Strive you no longer: I will have that Gaveston. _James._ Your lordship doth dishonour to yourself, And wrong our lord, your honourable friend. _War._ No, James, it is my country's cause I follow.-- Go, take the villain: soldiers, come away; We'll make quick work.--Commend me to your master, My friend, and tell him that I watch'd it well.-- Come, let thy shadow parley with King Edward. _Gav._ Treacherous earl, shall I not see the king? _War._ The king of heaven perhaps, no other king.-- Away! [_Exeunt Warwick and Soldiers with Gaveston._ _James._ Come, fellows: it booted not for us to strive: We will in haste go certify our lord. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ KING EDWARD, _the younger_ SPENSER, BALDOCK, Noblemen _of the king's side, and_ Soldiers _with drums and fifes._