Gav. I mean not so ; your grace must pardon me.
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. Edw. Thou art too familiar with that Mortimer,And by thy means is Gaveston exil'd ;But I would wish thee reconcile the lords.Or thou shalt ne'er be reconcil'd to me. Q. IsAB. Your highness knows it lies not in my power. K. Edw. Away then I touch me not.— Come, Gaveston. Q, IsAB. Villain! 'tis thou that robb'st me of my lord. Gav. Madam, 'tis you that rob me of my lord. K. Edw. Speak not unto her; let her droop and pine. Q. ISAB. Wherein, my lord, have I deserv'd these words?Witness the tears that Isabella sheds.Witness this heart, that, sighing for thee, breaks.How dear my lord is to poor Isabel. * Alt«nd to " loTC " In Dodile;, &c. ■ Ctxe, >„i,zDdbyGoogle
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