There; put them on; dispatch, my
lord. The window that goes out into the leads is sure
enough, I told you that before: there, make you ready;
I'll convey him after, and bind him surely in the inner
room.
[Carries the bishop into the Tower, and returns.]
COBHAM.
This is well begun; God send us happy speed,
Hard shift you see men make in time of need, Harpoole.
[Puts on the bishop's cloak.]
HARPOOLE.
Here my Lord; come, come away.
[Enter serving men again.]
FIRST SERVANT.
I marvel that my lord should stay so long.
SECOND SERVANT.
He hath sent to seek us, I dare lay my life.
THIRD SERVANT.
We come in good time; see, where he is coming.
HARPOOLE.
I beseech you, good my lord of Rochester, be favourable
to my lord and master.
COBHAM.
The inner rooms be very hot and close,
I do not like this air here in the Tower.
HARPOOLE.
His case is hard my lord.--You shall safely get out of the
Tower; but I will down upon them, in which time get
you away.
COBHAM.
Fellow, thou troublest me.
HARPOOLE.
Hear me, my Lord!--Hard under Islington wait you my
coming; I will bring my Lady, ready with horses to convey
you hence.
COBHAM.
Fellow, go back again unto thy Lord and counsel him.
HARPOOLE.
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