HARPOOLE.
I will, sir.
LIEUTENANT.
I think you may as safe without suspicion,
As any man in England, as I hear,
For it was you most labored his commitment.
BISHOP.
I did, sir, and nothing repent it, I assure you.
[Enter sir John Old-castle and Harpoole.]
Master Leiftenant, I pray you give us leave,
I must confer here with sir John a little.
LIEUTENANT.
With all my heart, my lord.
HARPOOLE.
[Aside.] My lord, be ruled by me: take this occasion
while tis offered, and on my life your lordship shall
escape.
COBHAM.
No more, I say; peace, lest he should suspect it.
BISHOP.
Sir John, I am come unto you from the lords of his
highness' most honorable counsel, to know if yet you
do recant your errors, conforming you unto the holy
church.
COBHAM.
My lord of Rochester, on good advise,
I see my error, but yet, understand me,
I mean not error in the faith I hold,
But error in submitting to your pleasure;
Therefore, your lordship, without more to do,
Must be a means to help me to escape.
BISHOP.
What means, thou heretic?
Darst thou but lift thy hand against my calling?
COBHAM.
No, not to hurt you for a thousand pound.
HARPOOLE.
Nothing but to borrow your upper garments a little;
not a word more, for if you do, you die: peace, for
waking the children.
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