fear'd? receive my seal,
Save or condemn, and in our name command
What so thy mind affects, or fancy likes.
_Gav._ It shall suffice me to enjoy your love;
Which whiles I have, I think myself as great
As Caesar riding in the Roman street,
With captive kings at his triumphant car.

_Enter the_ BISHOP OF COVENTRY.

_K. Edw._ Whither goes my Lord of Coventry so fast?
_Bish. of Cov._ To celebrate your father's exequies.
But is that wicked Gaveston return'd?
_K. Edw._ Ay, priest, and lives to be reveng'd on thee,
That wert the only cause of his exile.
_Gav._ 'Tis true; and, but for reverence of these robes,
Thou shouldst not plod one foot beyond this place.
_Bish. of Cov._ I did no more than I was bound to do:
And, Gaveston, unless thou be reclaim'd,
As then I did incense the parliament,
So will I now, and thou shalt back to France.
_Gav._ Saving your reverence, you must pardon me.
_K. Edw._ Throw off his golden mitre, rend his stole,
And in the channel christen him anew.
_Kent._ Ay, brother, lay not violent hands on him!
For he'll complain unto the see of Rome.
_Gav._ Let him complain unto the see of hell:
I'll be reveng'd on him for my exile.
_K. Edw._ No, spare his life, but seize upon his goods:
Be thou lord bishop, and receive his rents,
And make him serve thee as thy chaplain:
I give him thee; here, use him as thou wilt.
_Gav._ He shall to prison, and there die in bolts.
_K. Edw._ Ay, to the Tower, the Fleet, or where thou wilt.
_Bish. of Cov._ For this offence be thou accurs'd of God!
_K. Edw._ Who's there? Convey this priest to the Tower.
_Bish. of Cov._ True, true.
_K. Edw._ But, in the meantime, Gaveston, away,
And take possession of his house and goods.
Come, follow me, and thou shalt have my guard
To see it done, and bring thee safe again.
_Gav._ What should a priest do with so fair a house?
A prison may beseem his holiness. [_Exeunt._

_Enter, on one side, the elder_ MORTIMER, _and the younger_
MORTIMER; _on the other,_ WARWICK, _and_ LANCASTER.

_War._ 'Tis true, the bishop is in the Tower,
And goods and body given to Gaveston.
_Lan._ What, will they tyrannise upon the church?
Ah, wicked King! accursed Gaveston!
This ground, which is corrupted with their steps,
Shall be their timeless sepulchre or mine.
_Y. Mor._ Well, let that peevish Frenchman guard him sure;
Unless his b