_War._ No, James, it is my country's cause I follow. 10 Go, take the villain; soldiers, come away. We'll make quick work. Commend me to your master, My friend, and tell him that I watched it well. Come, let thy shadow[258] parley with King Edward. _Gav._ Treacherous earl, shall I not see the king? _War._ The king of Heaven perhaps, no other king. Away! [_Exeunt_ WARWICK _and his_ Men _with_ GAVESTON. _James._ Come, fellows, it booted not for us to strive, We will in haste go certify our lord. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_[259] KING EDWARD _and_ YOUNG SPENCER, BALDOCK, _and_ Nobles _of the king's side, with drums and fifes_. _Edw._ I long to hear an answer from the barons Touching my friend, my dearest Gaveston. Ah! Spencer, not the riches of my realm Can ransom him! ah, he is marked to die! I know the malice of the younger Mortimer, Warwick I know is rough, and Lancaster Inexorable, and I shall never see My lovely Pierce of Gaveston again! The barons overbear me with their pride. _Y. Spen._ Were I King Edward, England's sovereign, 10 Son to the lovely Eleanor of Spain, Great Edward Longshanks' issue, would I bear These braves,[260] this rage, and suffer uncontrolled These barons thus to beard me in my land, In mine own realm? My lord, pardon my speech, Did you retain your father's magnanimity, Did you regard the honour of your name, You would not suffer thus your majesty Be counterbuft of your nobility. Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles! 20 No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest, As by their preachments they will profit much, And learn obedience to their lawful king. _Edw._ Yea, gentle Spencer, we have been too mild, Too kind to them; but now have drawn our sword, And if they send me not my Gaveston, We'll steel it on their crest, and poll their tops. _Bald._ This haught[261] resolve becomes your majesty Not to be tied to their affection, As though your highness were a schoolboy still, 30 And must be awed and governed like a child. _Enter_ HUGH SPENCER, _father to the_ YOUNG SPENCER, _with his truncheon and_ Soldiers. _O. Spen._ Long live my sovereign, the noble Edward-- In peace triumphant, fortunate in wars! _Edw._ Welcome, old man, com'st thou in Edward's aid? Then tell thy[262] prince of whence, and what thou art.