The Same. A Room in LORD STANLEY'S House. |
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Enter STANLEY and SIR CHRISTOPHER URSWICK. |
| Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me: |
| 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 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 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; |
| 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. |
| Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; I kiss his hand: |
| My letter will resolve him of my mind. |
| Farewell. [Exeunt. |
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