[Sir John escapes.]
[Enter Lieutenant and his men.]
LIEUTENANT.
Who is so bold as dare to draw a sword,
So near unto the entrance of the Tower?
FIRST SERVANT.
This ruffian, servant to sir John Old-castle,
Was like to have slain my Lord.
LIEUTENANT.
Lay hold on him.
HARPOOLE.
Stand off, if you love your puddings.
[Rochester calls within.]
BISHOP.
Help, help, help! Master Lieutenant, help!
LIEUTENANT.
Who’s that within? some treason in the Tower
Upon my life. Look in; who’s that which calls?
[Enter Rochester bound.]