&mlquo;Glo.
&mlquo;Now, my lord Hastings^{7 note}








, and sir William Stanley,

&mlquo;Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
&mlquo;Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
&mlquo;Thus stands the case: You know, our king, my brother,
&mlquo;Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
&mlquo;He hath good usage and great liberty;
&mlquo;And often, but attended with weak guard,
&mlquo;Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
&mlquo;I have advértis'd him by secret means,
&mlquo;That if about this hour, he make his way,
&mlquo;Under the colour of his usual game,
&mlquo;He shall here find his friends, with horse and men,
&mlquo;To set him free from his captivity. Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman.

&mlquo;Hunt.
&mlquo;This way, my lord: for this way lies the game.

K. Edw.
Nay, this way, man; see, where the huntsmen stand.—
&mlquo;Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest,
&mlquo;Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?

&mlquo;Glo.
&mlquo;Brother, the time and case requireth haste?
&mlquo;Your horse stands ready at the park corner.

&mlquo;K. Edw.
&mlquo;But whither shall we then?

&mlquo;Hast.
&mlquo;To Lynn, my lord; and ship^{8 note} from thence to Flanders.

&mlquo;Glo.
&mlquo;Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.

&mlquo;K. Edw.
&mlquo;Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.

&mast;Glo.
&mast;But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.

K. Edw.
Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?

&mlquo;Hunt.
&mlquo;Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.

&mast;Glo.
&mast;Come then, away; let's have no more ado.

&mlquo;K. Edw.
&mlquo;Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
And pray that I may repossess the crown. [Exeunt.

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