[♦] And at the other is my servant Catesby;
Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us
Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
[25] Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance:
[♦] And for his dreams, I wonder he is so fond
To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers:
[♦] To fly the boar before the boar pursues,
Were to incense the boar to follow us
[30] And make pursuit where he did mean no chase.
Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;