_Queen._ Thus do you still suspect me without cause? _Lady._ Sweet uncle! speak more kindly to the queen. _Gav._ My lord, dissemble with her, speak her fair. _Edw._ Pardon me, sweet, I forgot myself. _Queen._ Your pardon is quickly got of Isabel. _Edw._ The younger Mortimer is grown so brave, 230 That to my face he threatens civil wars. _Gav._ Why do you not commit him to the Tower? _Edw._ I dare not, for the people love him well. _Gav._ Why then we'll have him privily made away. _Edw._ Would Lancaster and he had both caroused A bowl of poison to each other's health! But let them go, and tell me what are these. _Lady._ Two of my father's servants whilst he liv'd,-- May't please your grace to entertain them now. _Edw._ Tell me, where wast thou born? what is thine arms? 240 _Bald._ My name is Baldock, and my gentry I fetch from Oxford, not from heraldry. _Edw._ The fitter art thou, Baldock, for my turn. Wait on me, and I'll see thou shall not want. _Bald._ I humbly thank your majesty. _Edw._ Knowest thou him, Gaveston? _Gav._ I, my lord; His name is Spencer, he is well allied; For my sake, let him wait upon your grace; Scarce shall you find a man of more desert. _Edw._ Then, Spencer, wait upon me, for his sake 250 I'll grace thee with a higher style ere long. _Y. Spen._ No greater titles happen unto me, Than to be favoured of your majesty. _Edw._ Cousin, this day shall be your marriage feast. And, Gaveston, think that I love thee well, To wed thee to our niece, the only heir Unto the Earl of Gloucester late deceased. _Gav._ I know, my lord, many will stomach me, But I respect neither their love nor hate. _Edw._ The headstrong barons shall not limit me; 260 He that I list to favour shall be great. Come, let's away; and when the marriage ends, Have at the rebels, and their 'complices! [_Exeunt omnes._ SCENE III. _Enter_[238] LANCASTER, YOUNG MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, _and_ KENT. _Kent._ My lords, of love to this our native land I come to join with you and leave the king; And in your quarrel and the realm's behoof Will be the first that shall adventure life. _Lan._ I fear me, you are sent of policy, To undermine us with a show of love. _War._ He is your brother, therefore have we cause To cast[239] the worst, and doubt of your revolt. _Kent._ Mine honour shall be hostage of my truth: If that will not suffice, farewell, my lords. 10 _Y. Mor._ Stay, Edmund; never was Plantagenet False of his word, and therefore trust we thee. _Pem._ But what's the reason you should leave him now?