PALMER.
Then here I summon you forthwith t’ appear
Before his majesty, to answer there
This capital contempt.
ROCHESTER.
I rise and part,
In lieu of this to tender him my heart.
[He riseth.]
PALMER.
Wilt please your honor to subscribe, my lord?
MORE.
Sir, tell his highness, I entreat
Some time for to bethink me of this task:
In the meanwhile I do resign mine office
Into my sovereign’s hands.
PALMER.
Then, my lord,
Hear the prepared order from the king:
On your refusal, you shall straight depart
Unto your house at Chelsea, till you know
Our sovereign’s further pleasure.
MORE.
Most willingly I go.—
My lords, if you will visit me at Chelsea,
We’ll go a fishing, and with a cunning net,
Not like weak film, we’ll catch none but the great:
Farewell, my noble lords. Why, this is right:
Good morrow to the sun, to state good night!
[Exit More.]
PALMER.
Will you subscribe, my lords?
SURREY.
Instantly, good Sir Thomas,
We’ll bring the writing unto our sovereign.