_Pem._ My Lord Mortimer, and you, my lords, each one, To gratify the king's request therein. Touching the sending of this Gaveston, Because his majesty so earnestly Desires to see the man before his death, I will upon mine honour undertake To carry him, and bring him back again; Provided this, that you my lord of Arundel Will join with me. _War._ Pembroke, what wilt thou do? Cause yet more bloodshed? is it not enough 80 That we have taken him, but must we now Leave him on "had I wist,"[255] and let him go? _Pem._ My lords, I will not over-woo your honours, But if you dare trust Pembroke with the prisoner, Upon mine oath, I will return him back. _Arun._ My lord of Lancaster, what say you in this? _Lan._ Why, I say, let him go on Pembroke's word. _Pem._ And you, Lord Mortimer? _Y. Mor._ How say you, my lord of Warwick? _War._ Nay, do your pleasures, I know how 'twill prove. _Pem._ Then give him me. _Gav._ Sweet sovereign, yet I come 90 To see thee ere I die. _War._ Yet not perhaps, If Warwick's wit and policy prevail. [_Aside._ _Y. Mor._ My lord of Pembroke, we deliver him you; Return him on your honour. Sound, away! [_Exeunt all but_ PEMBROKE, ARUNDEL,[256] GAVESTON, _and_ PEMBROKE'S men. _Pem._ My lord [of Arundel], you shall go with me. My house is not far hence; out of the way A little, but our men shall go along. We that have pretty wenches to our wives, Sir, must not come so near to baulk their lips. _Arun._ 'Tis very kindly spoke, my lord of Pembroke; 100 Your honour hath an adamant of power To draw a prince. _Pem._ So, my lord. Come hither, James I do commit this Gaveston to thee, Be thou this night his keeper, in the morning We will discharge thee of thy charge: be gone. _Gav._ Unhappy Gaveston, whither goest thou now? [_Exit with_ JAMES _and_ PEMBROKE'S men. _Horse-boy._ My lord, we'll quickly be at Cobham. [_Exeunt._ ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. _Enter[257]_ GAVESTON _mourning_, JAMES, _and the_ EARL of PEMBROKE'S men. _Gav._ O treacherous Warwick! thus to wrong thy friend. _James._ I see it is your life these arms pursue. _Gav._ Weaponless must I fall, and die in bands? O! must this day be period of my life? Centre of all my bliss! An ye be men, Speed to the king. _Enter_ WARWICK _and his company._ _War._ My lord of Pembroke's men, Strive you no longer--I will have that Gaveston. _James._ Your lordship does dishonour to yourself, And wrong our lord, your honourable friend.