[Exeunt RICHMOND, LEICESTER.
KING. Fetch in the monk of Bury, that I talk'd of,
[Exeunt HUBERT for the MONK.
And bid Will Brand, my instrument of death,
Come likewise in. Convert to raging hate
Enter MONK, HUBERT, BRAND.
My long-resisted love! welcome, good monk.
MONK. Thanks to my liege.
KING. Thou hast been long in suit
To be installed abbot of your house,
And in your favour many friends have stirr'd.
Now is the hour that you shall be preferr'd
Upon condition—and the matter small.
Short shrift to make, good honest confessor,
I love a fair nun, now in Dunmow Abbey:
The abbess loves you, and you pleasure her;
Now, if between you two this pretty lady
Could be persuaded to affect a king,
Your suit is granted, and on Dunmow Abbey
I will bestow a hundred marks a year.
MONK. A holy nun! a young nun! and a lady!
Dear wear, my lord; yet bid you well as may be.
Strike hands; a bargain: she shall be your own,
Or if she will not—
KING. Nay, if she do refuse,
I'll send a death's man with you; this is he.
If she be wilful, leave her to his hands,
And on her own head be her hasted end.
MONK. The matter shall be done.
KING. Sirrah, what poisons have you ready?