and_
Soldiers.

_E. Spen._ Long live my sovereign, the noble Edward,
In peace triumphant, fortunate in wars!
_K. Edw._ Welcome, old man: com'st thou in Edward's aid?
Then tell thy prince of whence and what thou art.
_E. Spen._ Low, with a band of bow-men and of pikes,
Brown bills and targeteers, four hundred strong,
Sworn to defend King Edward's royal right,
I come in person to your majesty,
Spenser, the father of Hugh Spenser there,
Bound to your highness everlastingly
For favour done, in him, unto us all.
_K. Edw._ Thy father, Spenser?
_Y. Spen._ True, an it like your grace,
That pours, in lieu of all your goodness shown,
His life, my lord, before your princely feet.
_K. Edw._ Welcome ten thousand times, old man, again!
Spenser, this love, this kindness to thy king,
Argues thy noble mind and disposition.
Spenser, I here create thee Earl of Wiltshire,
And daily will enrich thee with our favour,
That, as the sunshine, shall reflect o'er thee.
Beside, the more to manifest our love,
Because we hear Lord Bruce doth sell his land,
And that the Mortimers are in hand withal,
Thou shalt have crowns of us t'outbid the barons;
And, Spenser, spare them not, lay it on.--
Soldiers, a largess, and thrice-welcome all!
_Y. Spen._ My lord, here comes the queen.

_Enter_ QUEEN ISABELLA, PRINCE EDWARD, _and_
LEVUNE.

_K. Edw._ Madam, what news?
_Q. Isab._ News of dishonour, lord, and discontent.
Our friend Levune, faithful and full of trust,
Informeth us, by letters and by words,
That Lord Valois our brother, King of France,
Because your highness hath been slack in homage,
Hath seized Normandy into his hands:
These be the letters, this the messenger.
_K. Edw._ Welcome, Levune.--Tush, Sib, if this be all,
Valois and I will soon be friends again.--
But to my Gaveston: shall I never see,
Never behold thee now!--Madam, in this matter
We will employ you and your little son;
You shall go parley with the King of France.--
Boy, see you bear you bravely to the king,
And do your message with a majesty.
_P. Edw._ Commit not to my youth things of more weight
Than fits a prince so young as I to bear;
And fear not, lord and father,--heaven's great beams
On Atlas' shoulder shall not lie more safe
Than shall your charge committed to my trust.
_Q. Isab._ Ah, boy, this towar