Ele.
Alas, good father, what is't you have done?
I tremble for th' event. This pow'rful lord
Is all in all in royal Henry's favour.

Fri. P.
Yet fear thou naught: tho' he were more than all,
I have that in my hand (shewing a letter) shall make this lord
Yet less than nothing. He's an arrant traitor.
Just now a messenger enquir'd without
For the lord Scroop; whose servants all dismiss'd,
The unsuspicious fellow gave me this,
Beseeching its delivery on th' instant.
But, as I thought it might relate to thee,
Unseen I broke it open; when, good heav'n!
I found in't the suggestions of a traitor,
Plotting against our monarch's sacred life.

Ele.
Against his life! From whence? O who hath sent it?
Fly, fly, this instant fly, and tell the danger.

Fri. P.
I'll send immediate post unto the king.

Fri. L.
But will not, brother, this rash lord return,
And wreak revenge on us, for what is past?

Fri. P.
He hath not here a moment's time of leisure:
I learn his majesty e'en now expects him
Down at Southampton. Hence, without delay,
He must to horse. Yet, to avoid mishap,
Go, brother Lawrence, and request a guard.
Which done, procure a messenger, with speed
To bear my letters to his majesty.
Daughter, in peace retire; mean while I'll write,
And bring his lordship's honest deeds to light. [Exeunt.

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