Stan.
Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me;
That in the sty of this most bloody Boar,
^{4 note}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.
Say too, the Queen hath heartily consented
He should espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?

Chri.
At Pembroke, or at Hertford-west in Wales.

Stan.
What men of name resort to him?

Chri.
Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier,
Sir Gilbert Talbot, and Sir William Stanley,
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,
And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew,
And many others of great name and worth:
And towards London do they bend their Power,

If by the way they be not fought withal.

Stan.
Well, hie thee to thy Lord: I kiss his hand,
My letter will resolve him of my mind.
Farewel. [Exeunt.

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