Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me,

4.5.333502981That in the sty of this most bloody boar

4.5.433512982My son, George Stanley, is franked up in hold;

4.5.533522983If I revolt, off goes young George's head.

4.5.633532984The fear of that withholds my present aid.

4.5.733572985But tell me, where is princely Richmond now?

At Pembroke, or at Harford-west in Wales.

What men of name resort to him?

Sir Walter Herbert, a renownèd soldier,

4.5.1133612989Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley,

4.5.1233622990Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,

4.5.1333632991Rhys ap Thomas with a valiant crew,

4.5.1433642992With many more of noble fame and worth;

4.5.1533652993And towards London they do bend their course,

4.5.1633662994If by the way they be not fought withal.

Return unto thy lord, commend me to him;

4.5.1833552996Tell him the Queen hath heartily consented

4.5.1933562997He shall espouse Elizabeth, her daughter.

4.5.2033682998These letters will resolve him of my mind.

33692999Farewell.