0000010<omnes >lights, lights, bring torches, knaves!
0000020<lanc >shut to the gates,
0000030let no man out until the house be searched.
0000040<york >call for our coaches, let us away good brother
0000050now by the blest saints, i fear we are poisoned all.
0000060<arund >poisoned my lord?
0000070<lanc >ay, ay, good arundel, it is high time begone.
0000080may heaven be blest for this prevention.
0000090<york >god, for thy mercy! would our cousin king
0000100so cozen us, to poison us in our meat?
0000110<lanc >has no man here some helping antidote
0000120for fear already we have taken some dram?
0000130what thinkest thou, cheyney, thou first broughtst the
0000140tidings. are we not poisoned, thinkest thou?
0000150<chey >fear not, my lords.
0000160that mischievous potion was as yet unserved.
0000170it was a liquid bane dissolved in wine
0000180which after supper should have been caroused . . .