Twice was my minion as an exile sent

To forren shores, their furie to restraine,

And twice againe reuokte with their assent,

Who now no longer able to refraine,

Prouokte with daily wrongs of his disdaine,

He being betrai’d, for vengeance all do call,

On Gauer’s heath, where Gaueston did fall.

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They wreake their vengeance in his reeking blood,

My sighes they laugh to scorne, while I lament,