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 And you the Eagles, sore you nere so high, I have the Gresses that will pull you downe, And Æque tandem shall that canker cry, Unto the proudest Peere of Brittany: Though thou compar'st him to a flying Fish, And threatnest death whether he rise or fall, Tis not the hugest monster of the sea, Nor foulest Harpie that shall swallow him.

Mor.ju. If in his absence thus he favors him, What will he doe when as he shall be present?

Lan. That shal we see, looke where his Lordship comes. Edw. My Gaveston, welcome to Tinmouth, welcome to thy friend, Thy absence made me droope and pine away. For as the Lovers of faire Danae, When she was lockt up in a brazen Tower, Desir'd her more, and waxt outragious, So did it fare with me: and now thy sight Is sweeter farre, then was thy parting hence, Bitter and irkesome to my sobbing heart.

Ga. Sweet Lord & King, your speech preventeth mine, Yet have I words left to expresse my joy: The Shepheard nipt with biting winters rage, Frolicks not more to see the painted Spring, Then I do to behold your Majesty.

Edw. Will none of you salute my Gaveston?

Lan. Salute him? yes, welcome Lord Chamberlaine.

Mor.ju. Welcome is the good Earle of Cornewall.

War. Welcome Lord Governour of the Ile of Man.

Pen. Welcome Master Secretary.

Edm. Brother doe you heare them?

Edw. Still will these Earles and Barons use me thus?

Gave. My Lord I cannot brooke these injuries,

Que. Aye me poore soule when these begin to jarre.

Edw. Returne it to their throats, Ile be thy warrant.

Gave. Base Leaden Earles that glory in your birth, Goe sit at home and eate your Tenants Beefe, And come not here to scoffe at Gaveston,