heads!
_K. Edw._ Ay, yours; and therefore I would wish you grant.
_War._ Bridle thy anger, gentle Mortimer.
_Y. Mor._ I cannot, nor I will not; I must speak.--
Cousin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads,
And strike off his that makes you threaten us.--
Come, uncle, let us leave the brain-sick king,
And henceforth parley with our naked swords.
_E. Mor._ Wiltshire hath men enough to save our heads.
_War._ All Warwickshire will leave him for my sake.
_Lan._ And northward Lancaster hath many friends.--
Adieu, my lord; and either change your mind,
Or look to see the throne, where you should sit,
To float in blood, and at thy wanton head
The glozing head of thy base minion thrown.
[_Exeunt all except King Edward, Kent, Gaveston,
and attendants._
_K. Edw._ I cannot brook these haughty menaces:
Am I a king, and must be over-rul'd!--
Brother, display my ensigns in the field:
I'll bandy with the barons and the earls,
And either die or live with Gaveston.
_Gav._ I can no longer keep me from my lord. [_Comes forward._
_K. Edw._ What, Gaveston! welcome! Kiss not my hand:
Embrace me, Gaveston, as I do thee.
Why shouldst thou kneel? know'st thou not who I am?
Thy friend, thyself, another Gaveston:
Not Hylas was more mourned for of Hercules
Than thou hast been of me since thy exile.
_Gav._ And, since I went from hence, no soul in hell
Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston.
_K. Edw._ I know it.--Brother, welcome home my friend.--
Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire,
And that high-minded Earl of Lancaster:
I have my wish, in that I joy thy sight;
And sooner shall the sea o'erwhelm my land
Than bear the ship that shall transport thee hence.
I here create thee Lord High-chamberlain,
Chief Secretary to the state and me,
Earl of Cornwall, King and Lord of Man.
_Gav._ My lord, these titles far exceed my worth.
_Kent._ Brother, the least of these may well suffice
For one of greater birth than Gaveston.
_K. Edw._ Cease, brother, for I cannot brook these words.--
Thy worth, sweet friend, is far above my gifts:
Therefore, to equal it, receive my heart.
If for these dignities thou be envied,
I'll give thee more; for, but to honour thee,
Is Edward pleas'd with kingly regiment.
Fear'st thou thy person? thou shalt have a guard:
Wantest thou gold? go to my treasury:
Wouldst thou be lov'd and