10 Edward I am sure at least, is Duke of Yorke.
[♦] Mair. Truth my Lord, we know you for no lesse.
Edw. I craue nothing but my Dukedome.
Rich. But when the Fox hath gotten in his head,
[♦] Heele quicklie make the bodie follow after.
15 Hast. Why my Lord Maire, what stand you vpon points?
Open the gates, we are king Henries friends.
Mair. Saie you so, then Ile open them presentlie. Exit Maire.
Ri. By my faith, a wise stout captain & soone perswaded. The Maire opens the dore, and brings the keies in his hand.
20 Edw. So my Lord Maire, these gates must not be shut,