BOY. Here, here, my lord! look, where my master lies.
ELY. What murd'rous hand hath kill'd this gentle knight,
Good Sir Hugh Lacy, steward of my lands?
JOHN. Ely, he died by this princely hand.
ELY. Unprincely deed! Death asketh death, you know.
Arrest him, officers.
JOHN. O sir, I will obey.
You will take bail, I hope.
CHES. 'Tis more, sir, than he may.
LEI. Chester, he may by law, and therefore shall.
ELY. Who are his bail?
LEI. I.
LACY. And I.