[They go out severally.]
SCENE III.—The Street.
[Enter Clifford and Stephen, meeting.]
Ste. Letters, Sir Thomas.
Clif. Take them home again,
I shall not read them now.
Ste. Your pardon, sir,
But here is one directed strangely.
Clif. How?
Ste. “To Master Clifford, gentleman, now styled
Sir Thomas Clifford, baronet.”
Clif. Indeed!
Whence comes that letter?
Ste. From abroad.