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 Edw. The winde is good, I wonder why he stayes, I feare me he is wrackt upon the Sea.

Qu. Look Lancaster how passionate he is, And still his mind runnes on his Minion.

Lan. My Lord.

Edw. How now, what newes? is Gaveston arriv'd?

Mor.ju. Nothing but Gaveston, what means your Grace? You have matters of more waight to thinke upon, The King of France sets foote in Normandy.

Edw. A triflle, weele expell him when we please: But tell me Mortimer, whats thy device, Against the stately triumph we decreed?

Mor.ju. A homely one my Lord, not worth the telling:

Edw. Prey thee let me know it.

Mor.ju. But seeing you are so desirous, thus it is: A lofty Cedar tree faire flourishing, On whose top-branches kingly Eagles pearch, And by the barke a canker creepes me up, And gets unto the highest bough of all, The Motto: Æque tandem.

Edw. And what is yours my Lord of Lancaster?

Lan. My Lord, mines more obscure then Mortimers. Plinie reports, there is a flying Fish, Which all the other Fishes deadly hate, And therefore being pursu'd it takes the aire: No sooner is it up, but ther's a Fowle That seizeth it, this Fish my Lord I beare, The Motto this: Undique mors est.

Edw. Proud Mortimer, ungentle Lancaster? Is this the love you beare your Soveraigne? Is this the Fruit your reconcilement beares? Can you in words make shew of amity, And in your sheilds display your rancorous minds? What call you this but private libelling, Against the Earle of Cornewall and my brother?

Qu. Sweete husband be content, they all love you.

Edw. They love me not that hate my Gaveston, I am that Cedar, shake me not too much,