ve, I'll tread upon their heads
That think with high looks thus to tread me down.
Come, Edmund, let's away, and levy men:
'Tis war that must abate these barons' pride.
[_Exeunt King Edward, Queen Isabella, and Kent._
_War._ Let's to our castles, for the king is mov'd.
_Y. Mor._ Mov'd may he be, and perish in his wrath!
_Lan._ Cousin, it is no dealing with him now;
He means to make us stoop by force of arms:
And therefore let us jointly here protest
To prosecute that Gaveston to the death.
_Y. Mor._ By heaven, the abject villain shall not live!
_War._ I'll have his blood, or die in seeking it.
_Pem._ The like oath Pembroke takes.
_Lan._ And so doth Lancaster.
Now send our heralds to defy the king;
And make the people swear to put him down.

_Enter a_ Messenger.

_Y. Mor._ Letters! from whence?
_Mes._ From Scotland, my lord. [_Giving letters to Mortimer._
_Lan._ Why, how now, cousin! how fare all our friends?
_Y. Mor._ My uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots.
_Lan._ We'll have him ransom'd, man: be of good cheer.
_Y. Mor._ They rate his ransom at five thousand pound.
Who should defray the money but the king,
Seeing he is taken prisoner in his wars?
I'll to the king.
_Lan._ Do, cousin, and I'll bear thee company.
_War._ Meantime my Lord of Pembroke and myself
Will to Newcastle here, and gather head.
_Y. Mor._ About it, then, and we will follow you.
_Lan._ Be resolute and full of secrecy.
_War._ I warrant you. [_Exit with Pembroke._
_Y. Mor._ Cousin, an if he will not ransom him,
I'll thunder such a peal into his ears
As never subject did unto his king.
_Lan._ Content; I'll bear my part.--Hollo! who's there?

_Enter_ Guard.

_Y. Mor._ Ay, marry, such a guard as this doth well.
_Lan._ Lead on the way.
_Guard._ Whither will your lordships?
_Y. Mor._ Whither else but to the king?
_Guard._ His highness is dispos'd to be alone.
_Lan._ Why, so he may; but we will speak to him.
_Guard._ You may not in, my lord.
_Y. Mor._ May we not?

_Enter_ KING EDWARD _and_ KENT.

_K. Edw._ How now!
What noise is this? who have we here? is't you? [_Going._
_Y. Mor._ Nay, stay, my lord; I come to bring you news;
Mine uncle's taken prisoner by the Scots.
_K. Edw._ Then ransom him.
_Lan._ 'Twas in your wars; you should ransom him.
_Y. Mor._ And you