Tis true, the Bishop is in the tower,

And goods and body given to Gaveston.

I, and besides, lord Chamberlaine of the realme,

And secretary to, and lord of Man.

Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king,

He nods, and scornes, and smiles at those that passe.

Here comes my lord of Canterburies grace.

And war must be the meanes, or heele stay stil.

But say my lord, where shall this meeting bee?