Boy. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
Howe’er unfortunate I miss’d my aim.
5 M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Something I must do to procure me grace.
[♦]The prince’s espials have informed me
[♦]How the English, in the suburbs close intrench’d,
[10]Wont through a secret grate of iron bars
In yonder tower to overpeer the city
And thence discover how with most advantage