Lan. What we confirm the king will frustrate.
Y. Mor. Then may we lawfully revolt from him.
War. But say, my lord, where shall this meeting be?
Archbish. At the New Temple.
Y. Mor. Content.
[Archbish.] And, in the meantime, I'll entreat you all To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me.
Lan. Come then, let's away.
Y. Mor. Madam, farewell!80
Queen. Farewell, sweet Mortimer; and, for my sake, Forbear to levy arms against the king.
Y. Mor. I, if words will serve; if not, I must. [Exeunt.