[Dies.]
Enter Pembroke, Salisbury and Bigot.
SALISBURY.
Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmundsbury;
It is our safety, and we must embrace
This gentle offer of the perilous time.
PEMBROKE.
Who brought that letter from the cardinal?
SALISBURY.
The Count Melun, a noble lord of France,
Whose private with me of the Dauphin’s love
Is much more general than these lines import.
BIGOT.
Tomorrow morning let us meet him then.
SALISBURY.
Or rather then set forward; for ’twill be
Two long days’ journey, lords, or ere we meet.
Enter the Bastard.
BASTARD.
Once more today well met, distemper’d lords!
The King by me requests your presence straight.
SALISBURY.
The King hath dispossess’d himself of us.
We will not line his thin bestained cloak
With our pure honours, nor attend the foot
That leaves the print of blood where’er it walks.
Return and tell him so. We know the worst.