_Y. Mor._ My lords, now let us all be resolute, And either have our wills or lose our lives. _Edw._ Meet you for this? proud overbearing peers! Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me, This isle shall fleet[192] upon the ocean, And wander to the unfrequented Inde. 50 _Archbish._ 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. _Edw._ I, 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. _Archbish._ Remember how the bishop was abused! Either banish him that was the cause thereof, 60 Or I will presently discharge these lords[193] Of duty and allegiance due to thee. _Edw._ It boots me not to threat--I must speak fair: [_Aside._ The legate of the pope will be obeyed. My lord, you shall be Chancellor of the realm; Thou, Lancaster, High Admiral of the fleet; Young Mortimer and his uncle shall be earls; And you, Lord Warwick, President of the North; And thou of Wales. If this content you not, Make several kingdoms of this monarchy, 70 And share it equally amongst you all, So I may have some nook or corner left, To frolic with my dearest Gaveston. _Archbish._ Nothing shall alter us--we are resolved. _Lan._ Come, come, subscribe. _Y. Mor._ Why should you love him whom the world hates so? _Edw._ Because he loves me more than all the world. Ah, none but rude and savage-minded men Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston; You that be[194] noble born should pity him. 80 _War._ You that are princely born should shake him off: For shame subscribe, and let the lown[195] depart. _E. Mor._ Urge him, my lord. _Archbish._ Are you content to banish him the realm? _Edw._ I see I must, and therefore am content: Instead of ink I'll write it with my tears. [_Subscribes._ _Y. Mor._ The king is love-sick for his minion. _Edw._ 'Tis done--and now, accursed hand, fall off! _Lan._ Give it me--I'll have it published in the streets. _Y. Mor._ I'll see him presently despatched away. 90 _Archbish._ Now is my heart at ease. _War._ And so is mine. _Pem._ This will be good news to the common sort. _E. Mor._ Be it or no, he shall not linger here. [_Exeunt_ Nobles.