[Exeunt.]
SCENE VI. An open place in the neighborhood of Swinstead Abbey.
Enter the Bastard and Hubert, meeting.
HUBERT.
Who’s there? Speak, ho! Speak quickly, or I shoot.
BASTARD.
A friend. What art thou?
HUBERT.
Of the part of England.
BASTARD.
Whither dost thou go?
HUBERT.
What’s that to thee? Why may I not demand
Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?
BASTARD.
Hubert, I think.
HUBERT.
Thou hast a perfect thought.
I will, upon all hazards, well believe
Thou art my friend, that know’st my tongue so well.
Who art thou?