Chapter 17

_Enter_ BRUCE, RICHMOND, _Soldiers_.

RICH. The castle-gates are shut. What ho! what ho! You that are servants to the Lady Bruce, Arise, make entrance for your lord and friends.

_Enter, or above_, HUBERT, CHESTER.[325]

HUB. We will make issue, ere ye enter here. Who have we there? Richmond and Bruce, is't you? What, up so soon? are ye so early here? In you, i' faith, the proverb's verified, Y'are early up, and yet are ne'er the near.

RICH. The worse, our fortune. Bruce, let us go hence; We have no power to fight, nor make defence.

CHES. What, Richmond, will you prove a runaway?

RICH. From thee, good Chester I now the Lord defend! Bruce, we will stay and fight.

BRUCE. 'Tis to no end: We have but twenty men, and they be tired. But ere we do retire, tell me, Lord Hubert, Where are my wife and son?

HUB. Your wife is here; your son we cannot find.

BRUCE. Let son and wife, high heavens, your comfort find!

[_Exeunt_.