K. Rich. Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
[♦] The mayor in courtesy show’d me the castle,
[♦] And call’d it Rougemont: at which name I started,
[110] Because a bard of Ireland told me once,
I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
Buck. My lord!
K. Rich. Ay, what’s o’clock?
Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
Of what you promised me.
[115] K. Rich. Well, but what’s o’clock?