O tell me Spencer, where is Gaveston?

No, here he comes, now let them spoile and kill:

Flie, flie, my lords, the earles have got the holde,

Take shipping and away to Scarborough ,

Spencer and I will post away by land.

I will not trust them, Gaveston away.

Ladie, farewell.

Farewell sweete Gaveston, and farewell Neece.

Yes, yes, for Mortimer your lovers sake.