_Edw._ Away, tarry no answer, but be gone! Rebels, will they appoint their sovereign His sports, his pleasures, and his company? Yet, ere thou go, see how I do divorce [_Embraces_ SPENCER. Spencer from me.--Now get thee to thy lords, And tell them I will come to chastise them For murdering Gaveston; hie thee, get thee gone! Edward with fire and sword follows at thy heels. 180 My lord[s], perceive you how these rebels swell? Soldiers, good hearts, defend your sovereign's right, For now, even now, we march to make them stoop. Away! [_Exeunt. Alarums, excursions, a great fight, and a retreat._ SCENE III. _Enter the_ KING, OLD SPENCER, YOUNG SPENCER, _and the_ Noblemen _of the_ KING'S _side_. _Edw._ Why do we sound retreat? upon them, lords! This day I shall pour vengeance with my sword On those proud rebels that are up in arms, And do confront and countermand their king. _Y. Spen._ I doubt it not, my lord, right will prevail. _O. Spen._ 'Tis not amiss, my liege, for either part To breathe awhile; our men, with sweat and dust All choked well near, begin to faint for heat; And this retire refresheth horse and man. _Y. Spen._ Here come the rebels. 10 _Enter_ YOUNG MORTIMER, LANCASTER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, _&c_. _E. Mor._ Look, Lancaster, yonder is Edward Among his flatterers. _Lan._ And there let him be Till he pay dearly for their company. _War._ And shall, or Warwick's sword shall smite in vain. _Edw._ What, rebels, do you shrink and sound retreat? _Y. Mor._ No, Edward, no, thy flatterers faint and fly. _Lan._ They'd best betimes forsake thee, and their trains,[268] For they'll betray thee, traitors as they are. _Y. Spen._ Traitor on thy face, rebellious Lancaster! _Pem._ Away, base upstart, bravest thou nobles thus? 20 _O. Spen._ A noble attempt, and honourable deed, Is[269] it not, trow ye, to assemble aid, And levy arms against your lawful king! _Edw._ For which ere long their heads shall satisfy, To appease the wrath of their offended king. _Y. Mor._ Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last, And rather bathe thy sword in subjects' blood, Than banish that pernicious company? _Edw._ I, traitors all, rather than thus be braved, Make England's civil towns huge heaps of stones, 30 And ploughs to go about our palace-gates. _War._ A desperate and unnatural resolution! Alarum!--to the fight! St. George for England, and the barons' right. _Edw._ St. George for England, and King Edward's right. [_Alarums. Exeunt._ _Re-enter_ EDWARD _and his followers, with the_ Barons _and_ KENT, _captives._