We should have else desired your good advice, Which still hath been both grave and prosperous, In this day’s council; but we’ll take to-morrow. Is’t far you ride?

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time ’Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain.

We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow’d In England and in Ireland, not confessing Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention: but of that to-morrow, When therewithal we shall have cause of state Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?