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Act IIScene III
Scene III
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.
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.
[Footnote 1: Suspect.]
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.
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,
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.
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,
Will I advance upon these castle - walls.
Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And ring aloud the knell of Gaveston!
[Footnote 2: Tattered.]
Lan. None be so hardy as to touch the king;
But neither spare you Gaveston nor his friends. Exeunt.
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