earl is so safe.
_E. Mor._ What man of noble birth can brook this sight?
_Quam male conveniunt!--_
See, what a scornful look the peasant casts!
_Pem._ Can kingly lions fawn on creeping ants?
_War._ Ignoble vassal, that, like Phaeton,
Aspir'st unto the guidance of the sun!
_Y. Mor._ Their downfall is at hand, their forces down:
We will not thus be fac'd and over-peer'd.
_K. Edw._ Lay hands on that traitor Mortimer!
_E. Mor._ Lay hands on that traitor Gaveston!
_Kent._ Is this the duty that you owe your king?
_War._ We know our duties; let him know his peers.
_K. Edw._ Whither will you bear him? stay, or ye shall die.
_E. Mor._ We are no traitors; therefore threaten not.
_Gav._ No, threaten not, my lord, but pay them home.
Were I a king--
_Y. Mor._ Thou, villain! wherefore talk'st thou of a king,
That hardly art a gentleman by birth?
_K. Edw._ Were he a peasant, being my minion,
I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him.
_Lan._ My lord--you may not thus disparage us.--
Away, I say, with hateful Gaveston!
_E. Mor._ And with the Earl of Kent that favours him.
[_Attendants remove Gaveston and Kent._
_K. Edw._ Nay, then, lay violent hands upon your king:
Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne;
Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown.
Was ever king thus over-rul'd as I?
_Lan._ Learn, then, to rule us better, and the realm.
_Y. Mor._ What we have done, our heart-blood shall maintain.
_War._ Think you that we can brook this upstart['s] pride?
_K. Edw._ Anger and wrathful fury stops my speech.
_Archb. of Cant._ Why are you not mov'd? be patient, my lord,
And see what we your counsellors have done.
_Y. Mor._ My lords, now let us all be resolute,
And either have our wills, or lose our lives.
_K. Edw._ Meet you for this, proud over-daring peers!
Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me,
This isle shall fleet upon the ocean,
And wander to the unfrequented Inde.
_Archb. of Cant._ You know that I am legate to the Pope:
On your allegiance to the see of Rome,
Subscribe, as we have done, to his exile.
_Y. Mor._ Curse him, if he refuse; and then may we
Depose him, and elect another king.
_K. Edw._ Ay, there it goes! but yet I will not yield:
Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can.
_Lan._ Then linger not, my lord, but do it straight.
_Archb. of Cant._ Remember how the bishop was abus'd:
Either banish him that was the caus