Come, come, have with you. — Wot you what, my lord?
To-day the lords you talk'd of are beheaded.
They, for their truth, might better wear their heads
Than some that have accus'd them wear their hats. —
But come, my lord, let's away.
[Enter a Pursuivant.]
Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow.
[Exeunt STANLEY and CATESBY.]
How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?
The better that your lordship please to ask.
I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now
Than when thou mett'st me last where now we meet:
Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
By the suggestion of the queen's allies;
But now, I tell thee, — keep it to thyself, —
This day those enemies are put to death,
And I in better state than e'er I was.
God hold it, to your honour's good content!
Gramercy, fellow: there, drink that for me.
[Throwing him his purse.]
I thank your honour.
[Enter a PRIEST.]
Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart.
I am in your debt for your last exercise;
Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.
What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain!
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The men you talk of came into my mind. —
What, go you toward the Tower?
I do, my lord, but long I cannot stay there;
I shall return before your lordship thence.
Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
[Aside.] And supper too, although thou knowest it not. —
Come, will you go?
I'll wait upon your lordship.