LUGGINS. First served his man that had our angels; and he may chance dine with Duke Humphrey tomorrow, being turned away today. Come, let’s go.
CLOWN. And many such rewards would make us all ride, and horse us with the best nags in Smithfield.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Whitehall. The Council chamber.
[Enter the Earls of Shrewsbury, Surrey, Bishop of Rochester, and other Lords; severally, doing courtesy to each other; Clerk of the Council waiting bareheaded.]
SURREY.
Good morrow to my Lord of Shrewsbury.
SHREWSBURY.
The like unto the honoured Earl of Surrey.
Yond comes my Lord of Rochester.
ROCHESTER.
Good morrow, my good lords.
SURREY.
Clerk of the Council, what time is’t of day?
CLERK.
Past eight of clock, my lord.