I have a slight longing to see whether the duke goes hence luckily and without danger, or if the soldiers who stand near the coach, as Wriothesley says, will perchance be the duke's bodyguard for this night." Slipping out of the hall with the quickness of a cat, John Heywood passed the duke in the anteroom and hurried on to the outer gateway, before which the carriages were drawn up.
John Heywood leaned against a pillar and watched.

A few minutes, and the duke's tall and proud form appeared in the entrance-hall; and the footman, hurrying forward, called his carriage.
The carriage rolled up; the door was opened.
Two men wrapped in black mantles sat by the coachman; two others stood behind as footmen, while a fifth was by the open door of the carriage.
The duke first noticed him as his foot had already touched the step of the carriage.
"This is not my equipage! These are not my people!" said he; and he tried to step back.

But the pretended servant forced him violently into the carriage and shut the door.

"Forward!" ordered he.

The carriage rolled on.