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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: | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
| 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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