Enter Gaveston.
Edw. My Gaveston!50 Welcome to Tynemouth! welcome to thy friend! Thy absence made me droop and pine away; For, as the lovers of fair Danae, When she was locked up in a brazen tower, Desired her more, and waxed outrageous, So did it fare [221] with me: and now thy sight Is sweeter far than was thy parting hence Bitter and irksome to my sobbing heart.
Gav. Sweet lord and king, your speech preventeth mine, Yet have I words left to express my joy:60 The shepherd nipt with biting winter's rage Frolics not more to see the painted spring, Than I do to behold your majesty.
Edw. Will none of you salute my Gaveston?
Lan. Salute him? yes; welcome, Lord Chamberlain!
Y. Mor. Welcome is the good Earl of Cornwall!
War. Welcome, Lord Governor of the Isle of Man!
Pem. Welcome, Master Secretary!
Kent. Brother, do you hear them?
Edw. Still will these earls and barons use me thus.70