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Edward II:
My father is deceased. Come Gaveston, and share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.
Edward II:
I here create thee Lord High Chamberlain, Chief Secretary to the State and me, Earl of Cornwall, King and Lord of Man.
Piers Gaveston:
My Lord, these titles far exceed my worth.
Edward II:
Thy worth sweet friend is far above my gifts. And therefore to equal it, receive my heart.
Mortimer:
Madam, how fares your grace?
Isabella:
Ah, Mortimer, now breaks the king's hate forth, and he confesseth that he loves me not.
Mortimer:
Cry quittance, madam, then, and love not him.
Bishop:
Why should you love him whom the world hates so?
Edward II:
Because he loves me more than all the world.
Mortimer:
Monster of men. Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death.
Piers Gaveston:
I thank you all my lords. Here I perceive that heading is one, and hanging is the other, and death is all.
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Gaveston is killed]
Mortimer:
Come, let thy shadow parley with King Edward
Prince Edward:
Why should you love him whom the world hates so?
Mortimer:
This tattered ensign of my ancestors, which swept the desert shore of that dead sea whereof we got the name of Mortimer, I will advance and ring aloud the knell of Gaveston
Mortimer:
Base Fortune, now I see that in thy wheel there is a point to which when men aspire; they tumble headlong down. That point I touch'd, and seeing there was no place to mount up higher why should I grieve at my declining fall?
Piers Gaveston:
Farewell, base stooping to the lordly peers: my knee shall bow to none but to the king. As for the multitude, that are but sparks raked up in embers of their poverty... fuck 'em.
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