CHIEF JUSTICE.
Where lay the King tonight?
GOWER.
At Basingstoke, my lord.
FALSTAFF.
I hope, my lord, all’s well. What is the news, my lord?
CHIEF JUSTICE.
Come all his forces back?
GOWER.
No, fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse
Are march’d up to my Lord of Lancaster,
Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.
FALSTAFF.
Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord?
CHIEF JUSTICE.
You shall have letters of me presently.
Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.
FALSTAFF.
My lord!
CHIEF JUSTICE.
What’s the matter?
FALSTAFF.
Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?