My lord of Penbrookes men,

Strive you no longer, I will have that Gaveston.

No James, it is my countries cause I follow.

Goe, take the villaine, soldiers come away,

Weel make quick worke, commend me to your maister

My friend, and tell him that I watcht it well.

Come, let thy shadow parley with king Edward.

The king of heaven perhaps, no other king, Away.