_K. Edw._ What, are you mov'd that Gaveston sits here? It is our pleasure; we will have it so. _Lan._ Your grace doth well to place him by your side, For nowhere else the new earl is so safe. _E. Mor._ What man of noble birth can brook this sight? _Quam male conveniunt!--_ See, what a scornful look the peasant casts! _Pem._ Can kingly lions fawn on creeping ants? _War._ Ignoble vassal, that, like Phaeton, Aspir'st unto the guidance of the sun! _Y. Mor._ Their downfall is at hand, their forces down: We will not thus be fac'd and over-peer'd. _K. Edw._ Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer! _E. Mor._ Lay hands on that traitor Gaveston! _Kent._ Is this the duty that you owe your king? _War._ We know our duties; let him know his peers. _K. Edw._ Whither will you bear him? stay, or ye shall die. _E. Mor._ We are no traitors; therefore threaten not. _Gav._ No, threaten not, my lord, but pay them home. Were I a king-- _Y. Mor._ Thou, villain! wherefore talk'st thou of a king, That hardly art a gentleman by birth? _K. Edw._ Were he a peasant, being my minion, I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him. _Lan._ My lord--you may not thus disparage us.-- Away, I say, with hateful Gaveston! _E. Mor._ And with the Earl of Kent that favours him. [_Attendants remove Gaveston and Kent._ _K. Edw._ Nay, then, lay violent hands upon your king: Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne; Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown. Was ever king thus over-rul'd as I? _Lan._ Learn, then, to rule us better, and the realm. _Y. Mor._ What we have done, our heart-blood shall maintain. _War._ Think you that we can brook this upstart['s] pride? _K. Edw._ Anger and wrathful fury stops my speech. _Archb. of Cant._ Why are you not mov'd? be patient, my lord, And see what we your counsellors have done. _Y. Mor._ My lords, now let us all be resolute, And either have our wills, or lose our lives. _K. Edw._ Meet you for this, proud over-daring peers! Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me, This isle shall fleet upon the ocean, And wander to the unfrequented Inde. _Archb. of Cant._ You know that I am legate to the Pope: On your allegiance to the see of Rome, Subscribe, as we have done, to his exile. _Y. Mor._ Curse him, if he refuse; and then may we Depose him, and elect another king. _K. Edw._ Ay, there it goes! but yet I will not yield: Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can. _Lan._ Then linger not, my lord, but do it straight. _Archb. of Cant._ Remember how the bishop was abus'd: Either banish him that was the cause thereof, Or I will presently discharge these lords Of duty and allegiance due to thee. _K. Edw._ It boots me not to threat; I must speak fair: The legate of the Pope will be obey'd.-- [_Aside._ My lord, you shall be Chancellor of the realm; Thou, Lancaster, High-Admiral of our fleet;