BISHOP. What bringst thou there? what, books of heresy? SUMNER. Yea, my lord, here’s not a latin book, no, not so much as our lady’s Psalter. Here’s the Bible, the testament, the Psalms in meter, the sickman’s salve, the treasure of gladness, and all in English, not so much but the Almanac’s English. BISHOP. Away with them, to the fire with them, Clun! Now fie upon these upstart heretics. All English! burn them, burn them quickly, Clun! HARPOOLE. But do not, Sumner, as you’ll answer it, for I have there English books, my lord, that I’ll not part with for your Bishopric: Bevis of Hampton, Owlglass, the Friar and the Boy, Eleanor Rumming, Robin hood, and other such godly stories, which if ye burn, by this flesh, I’ll make ye drink their ashes in Saint Marget’s ale. [Exeunt.] ACT IV. SCENE IV. The entrance of the Tower. [Enter Bishop of Rochester with his men in livery coats.] FIRST SERVANT. Is it your honor’s pleasure we shall stay, Or come back in the afternoon to fetch you? BISHOP. Now you have brought me here into the Tower, You may go back unto the Porters Lodge, And send for drink or such things as you want, Where if I have occasion to employ you, I’ll send some officer to call you to me. Into the city go not, I command you: Perhaps I may have present need to use you. SECOND SERVANT. We will attend your worship here without. BISHOP. Do so, I pray you. THIRD SERVANT. Come, we may have a quart of wine at the Rose at Barking, I warrant you, and come back an hour before he be ready to go. FIRST SERVANT. We must hie us then. THIRD SERVANT. Let’s away. [Exeunt.] BISHOP. Ho, Master Lieutenant. LIEUTENANT. Who calls there? BISHOP. A friend of yours. LIEUTENANT. My lord of Rochester! your honor’s welcome. BISHOP. Sir, here’s my warrant from the Counsel, For conference with sir John Old-castle, Upon some matter of great consequence. LIEUTENANT. Ho, sir John! HARPOOLE. Who calls there? LIEUTENANT. Harpoole, tell Sir John, that my lord of Rochester Comes from the counsel to confer with him. 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.