Enter Edward and a Huntsman.
10 Hunts This waie my Lord the deere is gone.
[♦] Edw. No this waie huntsman, see where the
Keepers stand. Now brother and the rest,
What, are you prouided to depart?
Glo. I, I, the horse stands at the parke corner,
15 Come, to Linne, and so take shipping into Flanders.
[♦] Edw. Come then: Hastings, and Stanlie, I will
Requite your loues. Bishop farewell,
[♦] Sheeld thee from Warwikes frowne,