_Edw._ What, Lord Arundel, dost thou come alone? _Arun._ Yea, my good lord, for Gaveston is dead. 90 _Edw._ Ah, traitors! have they put my friend to death? Tell me, Arundel, died he ere thou cam'st, Or didst thou see my friend to take his death? _Arun._ Neither, my lord; for as he was surprised, Begirt with weapons and with enemies round, I did your highness' message to them all; Demanding him of them, entreating rather, And said, upon the honour of my name, That I would undertake to carry him Unto your highness, and to bring him back. 100 _Edw._ And tell me, would the rebels deny me that? _Y. Spen._ Proud recreants! _Edw._ Yea, Spencer, traitors all. _Arun._ I found them at the first inexorable; The Earl of Warwick would not bide the hearing, Mortimer hardly, Pembroke and Lancaster Spake least: and when they flatly had denied, Refusing to receive my pledge for him, The Earl of Pembroke mildly thus bespake; "My lord, because our sovereign sends for him, And promiseth he shall be safe returned, 110 I will this undertake, to have him hence, And see him re-delivered to your hands." _Edw._ Well, and how fortunes [it] that he came not? _Y. Spen._ Some treason, or some villany, was the cause. _Arun._ The Earl of Warwick seized him on his way; For being delivered unto Pembroke's men, Their lord rode home thinking his prisoner safe; But ere he came, Warwick in ambush lay, And bare him to his death; and in a trench Strake off his head, and marched unto the camp. 120 _Y. Spen._ A bloody part, flatly 'gainst law of arms. _Edw._ O shall I speak, or shall I sigh and die! _Y. Spen._ My lord, refer your vengeance to the sword Upon these barons; hearten up your men; Let them not unrevenged murder your friends! Advance your standard, Edward, in the field, And march to fire them from their starting holes. [EDWARD _kneels_.