LIEUTENANT.
Ho, sir John!
HARPOOLE.
Who calls there?
LIEUTENANT.
Harpoole, tell Sir John, that my lord of Rochester
Comes from the counsel to confer with him.
HARPOOLE.
I will, sir.
LIEUTENANT.
I think you may as safe without suspicion,
As any man in England, as I hear,
For it was you most labored his commitment.
BISHOP.
I did, sir, and nothing repent it, I assure you.
[Enter sir John Old-castle and Harpoole.]
Master Leiftenant, I pray you give us leave,
I must confer here with sir John a little.
LIEUTENANT.
With all my heart, my lord.
HARPOOLE. [Aside.] My lord, be ruled by me: take this occasion while tis offered, and on my life your lordship shall escape.