[He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it.
Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!
Duch. What is the matter, my lord?[1776]
York. Ho! who is within there?
Enter a Servant.
Saddle my horse.[1777]
God for his mercy, what treachery is here![1778]75
Duch. Why, what is it, my lord?[1779]
York. Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse.
[Exit Servant.[1780]