_Y. Mor._ Thy court is naked, being bereft of those That make a king seem glorious to the world; I mean the peers, whom thou should'st dearly love: Libels are cast again[232] thee in the street: Ballads and rhymes made of thy overthrow. _Lan._ The Northern borderers seeing their houses burnt, Their wives and children slain, run up and down, Cursing the name of thee and Gaveston. _Y. Mor._ When wert thou in the field with banner spread, 180 But once? and then thy soldiers marched like players, With garish robes, not armour; and thyself, Bedaubed with gold, rode laughing at the rest, Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest, Where women's favours hung like labels down. _Lan._ And thereof came it, that the fleering[233] Scots, To England's high disgrace, have made this jig; _Maids_[234] _of England, sore may you mourn, For your lemans you have lost at Bannocksbourn, With a heave and a ho._ 190 _What weeneth the King of England, So soon to have won Scotland? With a rombelow?_[235] _Y. Mor._ Wigmore[236] shall fly, to set my uncle free. _Lan._ And when 'tis gone, our swords shall purchase more. If ye be moved, revenge it if you can; Look next to see us with our ensigns spread. [_Exeunt_ Nobles. _Edw._ My swelling heart for very anger breaks! How oft have I been baited by these peers, And dare not be revenged, for their power is great! 200 Yet, shall the crowing of these cockerels Affright a lion? Edward, unfold thy paws, And let their lives' blood slake thy fury's hunger. If I be cruel and grow tyrannous, Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late. _Kent._ My lord, I see your love to Gaveston Will be the ruin of the realm and you, For now the wrathful nobles threaten wars, And therefore, brother, banish him for ever. _Edw._ Art thou an enemy to my Gaveston? 210 _Kent._ I, and it grieves me that I favoured him. _Edw._ Traitor, begone! whine thou with Mortimer. _Kent._ So will I, rather than with Gaveston. _Edw._ Out of my sight, and trouble me no more! _Kent._ No marvel though thou scorn thy noble peers, When I thy brother am rejected thus. [_Exit._ _Edw._ Away! Poor Gaveston, that has no friend but me, Do what they can, we'll live in Tynemouth here, And, so I walk with him about the walls, 220 What care I though the Earls begirt us round-- Here cometh she that's cause of all these jars. _Enter the_ QUEEN, _with_ King's Niece, _two_ Ladies, GAVESTON, BALDOCK, _and_ YOUNG SPENCER. _Queen._ My lord, 'tis thought the Earls are up in arms. _Edw._ I, and 'tis likewise thought you favour 'em.[237]