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 Edw. Well, and how fortunes that he came not?

Spen. Some treason, or some villany was cause.

Mat. The Earle of Warwicke seaz'd him on his way, For being delivered unto Penbrookes men, Their Lord rode home, thinking his Prisoner safe, But ere he came Warwicke in ambush lay, And bare him to his death, and in a Trench Stroke off his head, and marcht unto the Campe.

Spen. A bloudy part, flatly 'gainst law of armes.

Edw. O shall I speake, or shall I sigh and dye!

Spen. My Lord, referre your vengeance to the sword, Upon these Barons, harten up your men, Let them not unreveng'd murther your friends, Advaunce your standard Edward in the field, And march to fire them from their starting holes. By Earth, the common Mother of us all, By |Heaven, and all the mooving Orbes thereof, By this right hand, and by my Fathers sword, And all the Honours longing to my Crowne, I will have Heads, and Lives for him as many, As I have Manors, Castles, Townes, and Towers, Trecherous Warwicke, traiterous Mortimer: If I be Englands King, in Lakes of gore Your headlesse Trunkes, your bodies will I traile, That you may drinke your fill, and quaffe in bloud, And staine my royall Standard with the same, That so my bloudy colours may suggest Remembrance of revenge immortally, On your accursed traiterous Progenie: You Villaines that have slaine my Gaveston, And in this place of Honour and of trust, Spencer, sweete Spencer, I adopt thee heere, And meerely of our love we do create thee Earle of Gloster, and Lord Chamberlaine, Despight of times, despight of enemies.

Spen. My Lord, heer's is a Messenger from the Barons, Desires accesse unto your Majesty.