bewitch'd?
_Y. Mor._ Madam, return unto the court again:
That sly inveigling Frenchman we'll exile,
Or lose our lives; and yet, ere that day come,
The king shall lose his crown; for we have power,
And courage too, to be reveng'd at full.
_Archb. of Cant._ But yet lift not your swords against the king.
_Lan._ No; but we will lift Gaveston from hence.
_War._ And war must be the means, or he'll stay still.
_Q. Isab._ Then let him stay; for, rather than my lord
Shall be oppress'd with civil mutinies,
I will endure a melancholy life,
And let him frolic with his minion.
_Archb. of Cant._ My lords, to ease all this, but hear me speak:
We and the rest, that are his counsellors,
Will meet, and with a general consent
Confirm his banishment with our hands and seals.
_Lan._ What we confirm the king will frustrate.
_Y. Mor._ Then may we lawfully revolt from him.
_War._ But say, my lord, where shall this meeting be?
_Archb. of Cant._ At the New Temple.
_Y. Mor._ Content.
_Archb. of Cant._ And, in the meantime, I'll entreat you all
To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me.
_Lan._ Come, then, let's away.
_Y. Mor._ Madam, farewell.
_Q. Isab._ Farewell, sweet Mortimer, and, for my sake,
Forbear to levy arms against the king.
_Y. Mor._ Ay, if words will serve; if not, I must. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ GAVESTON _and_ KENT.

_Gav._ Edmund, the mighty prince of Lancaster,
That hath more earldoms than an ass can bear,
And both the Mortimers, two goodly men,
With Guy of Warwick, that redoubted knight,
Are gone towards Lambeth: there let them remain. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ LANCASTER, WARWICK, PEMBROKE, _the elder_
MORTIMER, _the younger_ MORTIMER, _the_ ARCHBISHOP
OF CANTERBURY, _and_ Attendants.

_Lan._ Here is the form of Gaveston's exile;
May it please your lordship to subscribe your name.
_Archb. of Cant._ Give me the paper.
[_He subscribes, as the others do after him._
_Lan._ Quick, quick, my lord; I long to write my name.
_War._ But I long more to see him banish'd hence.
_Y. Mor._ The name of Mortimer shall fright the king,
Unless he be declin'd from that base peasant.

_Enter_ KING EDWARD, GAVESTON, _and_ KENT.

_K. Edw._ What, are you mov'd that Gaveston sits here?
It is our pleasure; we will have it so.
_Lan._ Your grace doth well to place him by your side,
For nowhere else the new