Cate. The princes both make high account of you;
[♦] [Aside] For they account his head upon the bridge.
[♦] Hast. I know they do; and I have well deserved it.
Enter LORD STANLEY.
[♦] Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man?
[75] Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
[♦] Stan. My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby:
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
I do not like these several councils, I.
[♦] Hast. My lord,