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 We will discharge thee of thy charge, be gone.

Gave. Unhappy Gaveston, whither goest thou now?

Horse boy. My Lord, weele quickly be at Cobham.

Gav. O trecherous Warwick thus to wrong thy friend.

Jam. I see it is your life these armes pursue.

Gav. Weaponlesse must I fall and dye in bands, O must this day be period of my life! Center of my blisse, and ye be men, Speed to the King.

. War. My Lord of Penbrookes men, Strive you no longer, I will have that Gaveston.

James. Your Lordship doth dishonour to your selfe, And wrong our Lord, your honourable friend.

War. No James, it is my countries cause I follow, Goe, take the Villaine, Souldiers come away, Weele make quicke worke, commend me to your master My friend, and tell him that I watcht it well, Come let thy shadow parly with King Edward.

Gave. Trecherous Earle, shall not I see the King?

War. The King of Heaven perhaps, no other king, Away. Come fellowes, it booteth not for us to strive, We will in hast goe certifie our Lord,

Edw. I long to heare an answere from the Barons, Touching my friend, my deerest Gaveston, Ah Spencer, not the riches of my Realme Can ransome him, ah he is mark't to die, I know the malice of the younger Mortimer, Warwicke I know is rough, and Lancaster