But tell me, shall we dine with thee to-day?
Bacon. With me, my lord; and while I fit my cheere,
See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you, 170
Gratious as[1437] the morning starre of heaven.
[Exit.
Enter Edward, Lacie, Warren, Ermsbie.
Emperour. Is this Prince Edward, Henries royall sonne?
How martiall is the figure of his face!
Yet lovely and beset with amorets.[1438]