Cler. ’Heart, he’s come to invite me to dinner, I hold my life.
Daup. Like enough: prithee, let’s have him up.
Cler. Boy, marshall him.
In Scene 1, Act I, of Becket, as written by Lord Tennyson, we have:
Enter Rosamund de Clifford, flying from Sir Reginald Fitz Urse, drops her veil
Becket. Rosamund de Clifford!
Rosamund. Save me, father, hide me—they follow me—and I must not be known.
Sir Henry Irving arranged this for the stage as follows:
Enter Rosamund de Clifford. Drops her veil
Rosamund. Save me, father, hide me.