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[Near Tynemouth Castle]
Enter KENT, LANCASTER, Young MORTIMER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, and others
Kent. My lords, of love to this our native land | |
| I come to join with you and leave the king; | |
| And in your quarrel and the realm’s behoof | |
| Will be the first that shall adventure life. | 4 |
| Lan. I fear me, you are sent of policy, | |
| To undermine us with a show of love. | |
| War. He is your brother, therefore have we cause | |
| To cast 1 the worst, and doubt of your revolt. | 8 |
| Kent. Mine honour shall be hostage of my truth; | |
| If that will not suffice, farewell, my lords. | |
| Y. Mor. Stay, Edmund; never was Plantagenet | |
| False to his word, and therefore trust we thee. | 12 |
| Pem. But what’s the reason you should leave him now? | |
| Kent. I have inform’d the Earl of Lancaster. | |
| Lan. And it sufficeth. Now, my lords, know this, | |
| That Gaveston is secretly arriv’d, | 16 |
| And here in Tynemouth frolics with the king. | |
| Let us with these our followers scale the walls, | |
| And suddenly surprise them unawares. | |
| Y. Mor. I’ll give the onset. | 20 |
| War. And I’ll follow thee. | |
| Y. Mor. This tottered 2 ensign of my ancestors | |
| Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea | |
| Whereof we got the name of Mortimer, | 24 |
| Will I advance upon these castle-walls. | |
| Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport, | |
| And ring aloud the knell of Gaveston! | |
| Lan. None be so hardy as to touch the king; | 28 |
| But neither spare you Gaveston nor his friends. Exeunt. | |
