Upon him souldiers, take away his weapons.

Souldiers, have him away:

But for thou wert the favorit of a King,

Thou shalt have so much honor at our hands.

Arundell, say your message.

How now?

No, it needeth not.

Arundell, we will gratifie the king

In other matters, he must pardon us in this,

Souldiers away with him.

When, can you tell ? Arundell no,

We wot, he that the care of realme remits,

And drives his nobles to these exigents

For Gaveston, will if he seaze zease sees him once,

Violate any promise to possesse him.

Penbrooke, what wilt thou do?

Cause yet more bloudshed: is it not enough

That we have taken him, but must we now

Leave him on had-I-wist, and let him go ?

Nay, do your pleasures,I know how twill proove.

Yet not perhaps, [Aside.]

If Warwickes wit and policile prevaile.