[♦] Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
K. Edw. But whither shall we then?
[20] Hast. To Lynn, my lord,
[♦] And ship from thence to Flanders.
[♦] Glou. Well guess’d, believe me; for that was my meaning.
K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
Glou. But wherefore stay we? ’tis no time to talk.
[25] K. Edw. Huntsman, what say’st thou? wilt thou go along?
Hunt. Better do so than tarry and be hang’d.
[♦] Glou. Come then, away; let’s ha’ no more ado.