Alb. The jail
Where he must lie is small and needs no keeper;
For who go in so well contented are
They're never known to set foot forth again.
Win. Must go so far? Well, as you please, my lords.
[Re-enter Henry, with Cardinal Gualo and attendants]>
Alb. God save your majesty!
Hen. My faithful friends,
Well met.
Win. Ah, still in black, my liege?