Y. Mor. I, marry, such a guard as thus doth well.
Lan. Lead on the way.130
Guard. Whither will your lordships?
Y. Mor. Whither else but to the king.
Guard. His highness is disposed to be alone.
Lan. Why, so he may, but we will speak to him.
Guard. You may not in, my lord.
Y. Mor. May we not?
Enter [224] Edward and Kent.
Edw. How now! what noise is this? Who have we there, is't you? [Going.