_Gav._ Let me see--thou would'st do well To wait at my trencher and tell me lies at dinner-time; 30 And as I like your discoursing, I'll have you. And what art thou? _3 Man._ A soldier, that hath served against the Scot. _Gav._ Why, there are hospitals for such as you; I have no war, and therefore, sir, begone. _3 Man._ Farewell, and perish by a soldier's hand, That would'st reward them with an hospital. _Gav._ I, I, these words of his move me as much As if a goose would play the porcupine, And dart her plumes,[167] thinking to pierce my breast. 40 But yet it is no pain to speak men fair; I'll flatter these, and make them live in hope. [_Aside._ You know that I came lately out of France, And yet I have not viewed my lord the king; If I speed well, I'll entertain you all. _Omnes._ We thank your worship. _Gav._ I have some business. Leave me to myself. _Omnes._ We will wait here about the court. [_Exeunt._ _Gav._ Do; these are not men for me; I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, 50 Musicians, that with touching of a string May draw the pliant king which way I please. Music and poetry is his delight; Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like silvian[168] nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay.[169] Sometime a lovely boy in Dian's shape, 60 With hair that gilds the water as it glides, Crownets of pearl about his naked arms, And in his sportful hands an olive-tree, To hide those parts which men delight to see, Shall bathe him in a spring; and there hard by, One like Actæon peeping through the grove, Shall by the angry goddess be transformed, And running in the likeness of an hart By yelping hounds pulled down, and[170] seem to die;-- Such things as these best please his majesty. 70 Here comes my lord[171] the king, and [here] the nobles From the parliament. I'll stand aside. _Enter the_ KING, LANCASTER, OLD MORTIMER, YOUNG MORTIMER, EDMUND, _Earl of Kent_, GUY, _Earl of Warwick, &c._ _Edw._ Lancaster! _Lan._ My lord. _Gav._ That Earl of Lancaster do I abhor. [_Aside._ _Edw._ Will you not grant me this? In spite of them I'll have my will; and these two Mortimers, That cross me thus, shall know I am displeased. _E. Mor._ If you love us, my lord, hate Gaveston. _Gav._ That villain Mortimer, I'll be his death! [_Aside._