Mat. I will, madam. [Exeunt Matrevis and Gurney; manent Isabel and Mortimer.
Enter the Young Prince, and the Earl of Kent talking with him.
Y. Mor. Finely dissembled? Do so still, sweet queen. Here comes the young prince with the Earl of Kent.
Queen. Something he whispers in his childish ears.
Y. Mor. If he have such access unto the prince, Our plots and stratagems will soon be dashed.
Queen. Use Edmund friendly as if all were well.
Y. Mor. How fares my honourable lord of Kent?80
Kent. In health, sweet Mortimer: how fares your grace?
Queen. Well, if my lord your brother were enlarged.
Kent. I hear of late he hath deposed himself.