My Lorde.

My lord, why do you thus incense your peeres,

That naturally would love and honour you,

But for that base and obscure Gaveston :

Foure Earldomes have I besides Lancaster,

Darbie, Salsburie, Lincolne, Leicester,

These will I sell to give my souldiers paye,

Ere Gaveston shall stay within the realme.

Therefore if he be come, expell him straight.

And Northward Gaveston hath many friends.

Adew my Lord, and either change your minde,

Or looke to see the throne where you should sit,

To floate in bloud, and at thy wanton head,

The glozing head of thy base minion throwne.