_K. Edw._ Whither goes my Lord of Coventry so fast? _Bish. of Cov._ To celebrate your father's exequies. But is that wicked Gaveston return'd? _K. Edw._ Ay, priest, and lives to be reveng'd on thee, That wert the only cause of his exile. _Gav._ 'Tis true; and, but for reverence of these robes, Thou shouldst not plod one foot beyond this place. _Bish. of Cov._ I did no more than I was bound to do: And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaim'd, As then I did incense the parliament, So will I now, and thou shalt back to France. _Gav._ Saving your reverence, you must pardon me. _K. Edw._ Throw off his golden mitre, rend his stole, And in the channel christen him anew. _Kent._ Ay, brother, lay not violent hands on him! For he'll complain unto the see of Rome. _Gav._ Let him complain unto the see of hell: I'll be reveng'd on him for my exile. _K. Edw._ No, spare his life, but seize upon his goods: Be thou lord bishop, and receive his rents, And make him serve thee as thy chaplain: I give him thee; here, use him as thou wilt. _Gav._ He shall to prison, and there die in bolts. _K. Edw._ Ay, to the Tower, the Fleet, or where thou wilt. _Bish. of Cov._ For this offence be thou accurs'd of God! _K. Edw._ Who's there? Convey this priest to the Tower. _Bish. of Cov._ True, true. _K. Edw._ But, in the meantime, Gaveston, away, And take possession of his house and goods. Come, follow me, and thou shalt have my guard To see it done, and bring thee safe again. _Gav._ What should a priest do with so fair a house? A prison may beseem his holiness. [_Exeunt._ _Enter, on one side, the elder_ MORTIMER, _and the younger_ MORTIMER; _on the other,_ WARWICK, _and_ LANCASTER.