A Park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire. |
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Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, SIR WILLIAM STANLEY, and Others. |
| Glo. Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley, |
| Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, |
| Into this chiefest thicket of the park. |
| Thus stands the case. You know, our king, my brother, |
| Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands |
| He hath good usage and great liberty, |
| And often but attended with weak guard, |
| Comes hunting this way to disport himself. |
| I have advertis'd him by secret means, |
| That if about this hour he make this way, |
| Under the colour of his usual game, |
| He shall here find his friends, with horse and men |
| To set him free from his captivity. |
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Enter KING EDWARD and a Huntsman. |
| Hunt. This way, my lord, for this way lies the game. |
| K. Edw. Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand. |
| Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest, |
| Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer? |
| Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste. |
| Your horse stands ready at the park corner. |
| K. Edw. But whither shall we then? |
| Hast. To Lynn, my lord; and ship from thence to Flanders. |
| Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning. |
| K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. |
| Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk. |
| K. Edw. Huntsman, what sayst thou? wilt thou go along? |
| Hunt. Better do so than tarry and be hang'd. |
| Glo. Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado. |
| K. Edw. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown, |
| And pray that I may repossess the crown. [Exeunt. |
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