All. We will wait here about the court.
Gaveston. Do. [Exeunt Poor Men.
These
are not men for me;
I must have wanton
poets, pleasant wits,
Musicians, that
with touching of a string
May draw the pliant
king which way I please:
Music and poetry is
his delight;
Therefore I'll have
Italian masks by night,
Sweet speeches,
comedies, and pleasing shows;
And in the day,
when he shall walk abroad,
Like sylvan nymphs
my pages shall be clad;
My men, like satyrs
grazing on the lawns,
Shall with their
goat-feet dance the antic hay;
Sometime a lovely
boy in Dian's shape,
With hair that
gilds the water as it glides
Crownets of pearl
about his naked arms,
And in his sportful
hands an olive-tree,
To hide those parts
which men delight to see,
Shall bathe him in
a spring; and there, hard by,
One like Actæon,
peeping through the grove,
Shall by the angry
goddess be transform'd,
And running in the
likeness of an hart,
By yelping hounds
pull'd down, shall semm to die:
Such things as
these best please his majesty.—
Here comes my lord
the king, and the nobles,
From the
parliament. I'll stand aside. [Retires.
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