Edw.
Thy father Spencer?
Spen.filius.
True, and it like your Grace,
That powres (in lieu of all your goodnesse shewne)
His life my Lord, before your Princely feere.
Edw.
Welcome ten thousand times, old man againe.
Spencer, this love, this kindnesse to thy King,
Argues thy noble mind and disposition:
Spencer, I here create thee Earle of Wilshire,
And dayly will enrich thee with our favour,
That as the sun-shine shall reflect ore thee:
Beside, the more to manifest our love,
Because we heare Lord Bruse doth sell his Land,
And that the Mortimers are in hand withall,
Thou shalt have Crownes of us to out-bid the Barons:
And Spencer, spare them not, lay it on.
Souldiers a Largis, and thrice welcome all.
Spen.
My Lord, heere comes the Queene.
Enter the Queene and her Sonne, and
Lewne a Frenchman.
Madam, what newes?
Qu.
Newes of dishonour Lord and discontent,
Our friend Lewne, faithfull and full of trust,
Informeth us by Letters and by words,
That Lord Valoys our Brother, King of France,
Because your Highnesse hath beene slacke in homage,
Hath seazed Normandy into his hands,
These be the Letters, this the Messenger.
Edw.
Welcome Lewne, tush Sib, if this be all,
Valoys and I will soone be friends againe,
But to my Gaveston: shall I never see,
Never behold thee now? Madam in this matter
We will employ you and your little sonne,
You shall go parley with the King of France,
Boy, see you beare you bravely to the King,
And do your message with a Majesty.
Prin.
Commit not to my youth things of more waight
Then fits a Prince so young as I to beare,
And feare not Lord and father, heavens great beames
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