Know'st thou not who I am?
Thy friend, thy selfe, another Gaveston,
Not Hilas was more mourned for of Hercules,
Then thou hast beene of me since thy exile.
Gave.
And since I went from hence, no soule in hell
Hath felt more torment then poore Gaveston.
Ed.
I know it, Brother welcome home my friend,
Now let the trecherous Mortimers conspire,
And that high minded Earle of Lancaster,
I have my wish in that I joy thy sight,
And sooner shall the Sea orewhelme my Land,
Then beare the Ship that shall transport thee hence:
I heere create thee Lord high Chamberlaine,
Chiefe Secretary to the State and me,
Earle of Cornwall, King and Lord of man.
Gave.
My Lord these Titles farre exceede my worth.
Kent.
Brother the least of these may well suffice
For one of greater birth then Gaveston.
Edw.
Cease brother, For I cannot brooke these words:
Thy worth sweet friend is farre above my gifts,
Therefore to equall it, receive my heart,
If for these dignities thou be envied,
Ile give thee more, for but to honour thee,
Is Edward pleas'd with Kingly regiment,
Fearst thou thy person? thou shalt have a guard:
Wants thou Gold? go to my Treasury.
Wouldst thou be lov'd and fear'd? receive my seale,
Save or condemne, and in our name command,
What so thy minde affects or fancy likes.
Gave.
It shall suffice me to enjoy your love,
Which whiles I have, I thinke my selfe as great,
As Cæsar riding in the Romane streete,
With Captive Kings at his tryumphant Carre.
Enter the Bishop of Coventry.
Whither goes my Lord of Coventry so fast?
Bish.
To celebrate your fathers exequies,
But is that wicked Gavestone returnd?
Edw.
I priest, and lives to be reveng'd on thee,
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