Hildreth. You know as much as I.
Salerne. Infer as much?
Hildreth. I'll not discuss the matter.
Salerne. You're too devoted, Hildreth. Some one comes.
Hildreth. That's not his step.
Salerne. [Looking out] The Bishop! Curse his cloth!
[Goes out]
[Enter St. James's.]
St. J. Good evening, Hildreth. Is Sir Tristram here?
Hildreth. Not yet, my lord.
St. J. At what time is he due?