Enter GLOUCESTER, LORD HASTINGS, and SIR WILLIAM STANLEY.
[♦] Glou. Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
[♦] Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,
[5] Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
He hath good usage and great liberty,
And, often but attended with weak guard,
[♦] Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
I have advertised him by secret means