2343 Rich. Now my Lord Hastings, and Sir William Stanley

2344Leaue off to wonder why I drew you hither,

2345Into this cheefest Thicket of the Parke.

2346Thus stand the case: you know our King, my Brother,

2347Is prisoner to the Bishop here, at whose hands

2348He hath good vsage, and great liberty,

2349And often but attended with weake guard,

2350Come hunting this way to disport himselfe.

2351I haue aduertis'd him by secret meanes,

2352That if about this houre he make this way,

2353Vnder the colour of his vsuall game,

2354He shall heere finde his Friends with Horse and Men,

2355To set him free from his Captiuitie.

2358Huntsman. This way my Lord,

2359For this way lies the Game.

2360King Edw. Nay this way man,

2361See where the Huntsmen stand.

2362Now Brother of Gloster, Lord Hastings, and the rest,

2363Stand you thus close to steale the Bishops Deere?

2364Rich. Brother, the time and case, requireth hast,

2365Your horse stands ready at the Parke-corner.

2366King Ed. But whether shall we then?

2367Hast. To Lyn my Lord,

2368And shipt from thence to Flanders.

2369 Rich. Wel guest beleeue me, for that was my meaning

2370K.Ed. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardnesse.

2371Rich. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talke.

2372K.Ed. Huntsman, what say'st thou?

2373Wilt thou go along?

2374Hunts. Better do so, then tarry and be hang'd.

2375Rich. Come then away, lets ha no more adoo.

2376K.Ed. Bishop farwell,

2377Sheeld thee from Warwickes frowne,

2378And pray that I may re-possesse the Crowne. exeunt.