[Exeunt Stanley and Catesby.]
How now, sirrah? How goes the world with thee?
PURSUIVANT.
The better that your lordship please to ask.
HASTINGS.
I tell thee, man, ’tis better with me now
Than when thou met’st me last where now we meet.
Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
By the suggestion of the Queen’s allies.
But now, I tell thee—keep it to thyself—
This day those enemies are put to death,
And I in better state than e’er I was.
PURSUIVANT.
God hold it, to your honour’s good content!
HASTINGS.
Gramercy, fellow. There, drink that for me.
[Throws him his purse.]
PURSUIVANT.
I thank your honour.
[Exit.]
Enter a Priest.