SAL. In such a business, madam, so do I.
[Exeunt.
KING. Go on, good stales[306]: now Guildford is mine own! [Aside.]
Hubert, I charge you take an hundred horse,
And follow unto Guildford castle-gates.
The queen pretend you come to tend upon,
Sent carefully from us: when you are in,
Boldly demand the lady for her sons,
For pledges of her husband's faith and hers:
Whom when ye have, upon the castle seize,
And keep it to our use, until we come.
Meanwhile let me alone with Hugh your son,
To work a wonder, if no prodigy;
But whatsoe'er, it shall attempted be.
HUB. Even that which to your majesty
May seem contentful, thereto I agree.
KING. Go then to Guildford, and a victor be, [Exit HUBERT.
Mowbray, our masque: are you and Chester ready?
MOW. We will before your grace, I warrant you.
KING. How think'st of it, Mowbray?
MOW. As on a masque: but for our torch-bearers,
Hell cannot make so mad a crew as I.
KING. Faith, who is chief?
MOW. Will Brand, my lord;
But then your grace must curb his cruelty:
The rein once got, he's apt for villainy.