MURLEY.
Fie, paltry, paltry! to and fro, as occasion serves;
If you be so hasty, take my place.
HUNTINGTON.
No, good sir knight, you shall begin in your hand.
MURLEY.
I could be glad to give my betters place.
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV. SCENE III. Kent. Court before lord Cobham’s house.
[Enter Bishop, lord Warden, Cromer the Shrieve,
Lady Cob, and attendants.]
BISHOP.
I tell ye, Lady, it’s not possible
But you should know where he conveys himself,
And you have hid him in some secret place.
LADY COBHAM.
My Lord, believe me, as I have a soul,
I know not where my lord my husband is.
BISHOP.
Go to, go to, ye are an heretic,
And will be forced by torture to confess,
If fair means will not serve to make ye tell.
LADY COBHAM.
My husband is a noble gentleman,
And need not hide himself for any fact
That ere I heard of; therefore wrong him not.