[Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and STANLEY]
- Richard III. Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,
Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
He hath good usage and great liberty,
And, often but attended with weak guard,
Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
I have advertised him by secret means
That if about this hour he make his way
Under the colour of his usual game,
He shall here find his friends with horse and men
To set him free from his captivity.
[Enter KING EDWARD IV and a Huntsman with him]
- Huntsman. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
- King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.
Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
- Richard III. Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
- Lord Hastings. To Lynn, my lord,
And ship from thence to Flanders.
- Richard III. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
- Richard III. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
- Huntsman. Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.