The Same. A Room in LORD STANLEY'S House. |
|
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. |
Design © 1995-2007 ZeFLIP.com All rights reserved.