HUNTSMAN.
This way, my lord, for this way lies the game.
KING EDWARD.
Nay, this way, man. See where the huntsmen stand.
Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop’s deer?
RICHARD.
Brother, the time and case requireth haste;
Your horse stands ready at the park corner.
KING EDWARD.
But whither shall we then?
HASTINGS.
To Lynn, my lord, and shipped from thence to Flanders.
RICHARD.
Well guessed, believe me, for that was my meaning.
KING EDWARD.
Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
RICHARD.
But wherefore stay we? ’Tis no time to talk.
KING EDWARD.
Huntsman, what sayst thou? Wilt thou go along?
HUNTSMAN.
Better do so than tarry and be hanged.