No More Learning

_Ulr. _ Good morrow, worthy Henrick. Eric, is
All ready for the chase?

_Eric_. The dogs are ordered
Down to the forest, and the vassals out
To beat the bushes, and the day looks promising.
Shall I call forth your Excellency's suite?
What courser will you please to mount?

_Ulr. _ The dun,
Walstein.

_Eric_. I fear he scarcely has recovered 80
The toils of Monday: 'twas a noble chase:
You speared _four_ with your own hand.

_Ulr. _ True, good Eric;
I had forgotten--let it be the grey, then,
Old Ziska: he has not been out this fortnight.

_Eric_. He shall be straight caparisoned.
How many
Of your immediate retainers shall
Escort you?

_Ulr. _ I leave that to Weilburgh, our
Master of the horse. [_Exit_ ERIC.
Rodolph!

_Rod. _ My Lord!

_Ulr. _ The news
Is awkward from the---- [RODOLPH _points to_ HENRICK.
How now, Henrick? why
Loiter you here?

_Hen. _ For your commands, my Lord. 90

_Ulr. _ Go to my father, and present my duty,
And learn if he would aught with me before
I mount. [_Exit_ HENRICK.