Henrie suspects him of some trecherie,
And therefore doth proclaime in every way,
That who can take the Lincolne earle shall have, 100
Paid in the Exchequer, twentie thousand crownes.
Lacie. The Earle of Lincoln! Frier, thou art mad:
It was some other; thou mistakest the man.
The earle of Lincolne! why, it cannot be.
Margret. Yes, verie well, my lord, for you are he: 105
The keepers daughter tooke you prisoner.
Lord Lacie, yeeld, Ile be your gailor once.