KING. Chester and Mowbray, march away to Windsor: Suppress that traitor Bruce. What, if his dam In wilful fury would receive no meat, Nor suffer her young child any to eat, Is it our fault? haste ye with speed away, And we will follow. Go; begone, I pray. [_Exeunt_ CHESTER, MOWBRAY. HUB. O black and woful deed! O piteous thing, When slaves attend the fierce thoughts of a king. LEI. My lord, shall we go too? KING. Leicester and Richmond, ay, I pray ye, do. LEI. Get I my bear and ragged staff once more Rais'd in the field, for these wrongs some shall roar. [_Exeunt_ RICHMOND, LEICESTER. KING. Fetch in the monk of Bury, that I talk'd of, [_Exeunt_ HUBERT _for the_ MONK. And bid Will Brand, my instrument of death, Come likewise in. Convert to raging hate _Enter_ MONK, HUBERT, BRAND. My long-resisted love! welcome, good monk. MONK. Thanks to my liege. KING. Thou hast been long in suit To be installed abbot of your house, And in your favour many friends have stirr'd. Now is the hour that you shall be preferr'd Upon condition--and the matter small. Short shrift to make, good honest confessor, I love a fair nun, now in Dunmow Abbey: The abbess loves you, and you pleasure her; Now, if between you two this pretty lady Could be persuaded to affect a king, Your suit is granted, and on Dunmow Abbey I will bestow a hundred marks a year. MONK. A holy nun! a young nun! and a lady! Dear wear, my lord; yet bid you well as may be. Strike hands; a bargain: she shall be your own, Or if she will not-- KING. Nay, if she do refuse, I'll send a death's man with you; this is he. If she be wilful, leave her to his hands, And on her own head be her hasted end. MONK. The matter shall be done. KING. Sirrah, what poisons have you ready? BRAND. Store, store. KING. Wait on the monk, then, and ere we take horse, I'll give you such instructions as you need. Hubert, repair[343] to Windsor with our host. [_Exeunt_ KING, MONK, _and_ BRAND.