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 Therefore if he be come, expell him straight.

Ed. Barons and Earles, your pride hath made me mute, But now Ile speake, and to the proofe I hope: I doe remember in my fathers dayes, Lord Piercy of the North being highly mov'd, Brav'd Moubray in presence of the King, For which had not his highnesse lov'd him well, He should have lost his head, but with his looke, The undaunted spirit of Piercie was appeas'd, And Moubray and he were reconcilde: Yet dare you brave the King unto his face. Brother revenge it, and let these their heads, Preach upon poles for trespasse of their tongues.

War. O our heads.

Edw. I yours, and therefore I would wish you grant.

War. Bridle thy anger gentle Mortimer.

''Mor. ju.'' I cannot, nor I will not, I must speake, Cosin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads, And strike off his that makes you threaten us: Come uncle let us leave the brainsicke King, And henceforth parly with our naked swords.

''Mor. se.'' Wiltshire hath men enough to save our heads.

War. All Warwickshire will love him for my sake.

Lanc. And Northward Gavestone hath many friends. Adew my Lord, and either change your minde, Or looke to see the Throne where you should sit To floate in bloud, and at thy wanton head, The glosing head of thy base minion throwne. Edw. I cannot brooke these hautie menaces: Am I a King, and must be over-rul'd? Brother display my Ensignes in the field, Ile bandy with the Barons and the Earles, And either dye or live with Gaveston.

Gave. I can no longer keepe me from my Lord.

Edw. What Gavestone, welcome, kisse not my hand, Embrace me Gavestone as I do thee: Why shouldst thou kneele,