[♦] K. Rich. I partly know the man: go, call him hither. [Exit Page.
[♦] The deep-revolving witty Buckingham
[♦] No more shall be the neighbour to my counsel:
Hath he so long held out with me untired,
[45] And stops he now for breath?
Enter STANLEY.
[♦] How now! what news with you?
[♦] Stan. My lord, I hear the Marquis Dorset’s fled
To Richmond, in those parts beyond the sea
[♦] Where he abides. [Stands apart.