Pet. My Lord.
Bur. Post to the Master Gunner And bid him plant his demy culverings Against the kings pavilion.
Peter. Presently.
Bur. But first bring pen and incke and paper straight.
[Peter sets pen, ink, &c., before Burbon, and exit[145]
Rodoricke, thou shalt assist mee in this plot.
Rod. Do it your selfe, my Lord; I have a charge
Of souldiers that are very mutinous,
And long I dare not stay for feare my absence
Be cause of their revolt unto Navar.
Bur. Then to your Souldiers: I will to my plot.
Phil.—Away, my Lord, leave me unto the Duke.
Rod.—Kill you the Duke (and after Ile kill thee). [Exit Rod.