Shew him his highness' warrant, Master Shrieve.
LORD WARDEN.
I am sorry for the noble gentleman--
[Enter Old-castle and Harpoole.]
BISHOP.
Peace, he comes here; now do your office.
COBHAM.
Harpoole, what business have we here in hand?
What makes the Bishop and the Sheriff here?
I fear my coming home is dangerous,
I would I had not made such haste to Cobham.
HARPOOLE.
Be of good cheer, my Lord: if they be foes, we'll
scramble shrewdly with them: if they be friends,
they are welcome. One of them (my Lord Warden)
is your friend; but me thinks my lady weeps; I like
not that.
CROAMER.
Sir John Old-castle, Lord Cobham, in the King's
majesty's name, I arrest ye of high treason.
COBHAM.
Treason, Master Croamer?
HARPOOLE.
Treason, Master Shrieve? sblood, what treason?
COBHAM.
Harpoole, I charge thee, stir not, but be quiet still.
Do ye arrest me, Master Shrieve, for treason?
BISHOP.
Yea, of high treason, traitor, heretic.
COBHAM.
Defiance in his face that calls me so.
I am as true a loyal gentleman
Unto his highness as my proudest enemy.
The King shall witness my late faithful service,
For safety of his sacred majesty.
BISHOP.
What thou art the king's hand shall testify:
Shewt him, Lord Warden.
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