BISHOP.
Do so, I pray you.
THIRD SERVANT.
Come, we may have a quart of wine at the Rose at
Barking, I warrant you, and come back an hour before
he be ready to go.
FIRST SERVANT.
We must hie us then.
THIRD SERVANT.
Let’s away.
[Exeunt.]
BISHOP.
Ho, Master Lieutenant.
LIEUTENANT.
Who calls there?
BISHOP.
A friend of yours.
LIEUTENANT.
My lord of Rochester! your honor’s welcome.
BISHOP.
Sir, here’s my warrant from the Counsel,
For conference with sir John Old-castle,
Upon some matter of great consequence.