Stan.
Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me^{3 note}

That, in the sty of this most bloody boar,
My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold;
If I revolt, off goes young George's head;
The fear of that withholds my present aid^{4 note}


.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?

Chris.
At Pembroke, or at Ha'rford-west, in Wales.

Stan.
What men of name resort to him?

Chris.
Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier;
Sir Gilbert Talbot, sir William Stanley;
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, sir James Blunt,
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew^{5 note}

;
And many other of great fame and worth:
And towards London do they bend their course,
If by the way they be not fought withal.

Stan.
Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him;
Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented
He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
These letters will resolve him of my mind.
Farewell. [Gives Papers to Sir Christopher. [Exeunt.

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