[Scene Eighth. The countrie-side; Fresingfield.]
Enter Prince Edward with his poiniard in his hand, Lacie, and Margret.[1389]
Edward. Lacie, thou canst not shroud thy traitrous thoughts,
Nor cover, as did Cassius, all his[1390] wiles;
For Edward hath an eye that lookes as farre
As Lyncœus from the shores of Grecia.
Did not I sit in Oxford by the frier, 5
And see thee court the mayd of Fresingfield,
Sealing thy flattering fancies with a kisse?
Did not prowd Bungay draw his portasse foorth,