Hen. Have you been home to-day, my lord?
Alb. My liege,
Since morn I've ridden hard, and was much pushed
To arrive in season for the trial.
Hen. What news
From north?
Alb. 'Twas south I rode, your majesty,
About my shore estates.
Pem. Sire, I informed you——
Hen. Ay, so.