PRIEST.
Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
HASTINGS.
I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart.
I am in your debt for your last exercise.
Come the next sabbath, and I will content you.
Enter Buckingham.
PRIEST.
I’ll wait upon your lordship.
[Exit Priest.]
BUCKINGHAM.
What, talking with a priest, Lord Chamberlain?
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
HASTINGS.
Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you toward the Tower?
BUCKINGHAM.
I do, my lord, but long I cannot stay there.
I shall return before your lordship thence.
HASTINGS.
Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
BUCKINGHAM.
[Aside.] And supper too, although thou knowest it not.
Come, will you go?