Derby.
Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me,
That in the Sty of the most deadly Boar,
My Son George Stanley is frankt up in hold:
If I revolt, off goes young George's Head,
The fear of that holds off my present Aid.
So get thee gone; commend me to thy Lord.
Withal say, that the Queen hath heartily consented
He should espouse Elizabeth her Daughter.
But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now?

Chris.
At Pembrook, or at Hertford West in Wales.

Derby.
What Men of Name resort to him?

Chris.
Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned Soldier,
Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley,
Oxford, redoubted Pembrook, Sir James Blunt,
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant Crew,
And many other of great Name and Worth:
And towards London do they bend their Power,
If by the way they be not fought withal.

Derby.
Well, hye thee to thy Lord: I kiss his Hand,
My Letter will resolve him of my Mind.
Farewel. [Exeunt.

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