[Exit BRAND.
HUB. Some cruel task is pointed for that slave,
Which he will execute as cruelly. [Aside.]
KING. No ruth, no pity shall have harbour here,
Till fair Matilda be within these arms.
Enter SALISBURY with the QUEEN.
SAL. Comfort, my lord; comfort, my gracious lord;
Your love is come again!
KING. Ah, Salisbury! where?
SAL. Here, my dread sovereign.
KING. Thou liest; she is not there.
SAL. Under correction you wrong my age.
Say, I beseech you, is not this the queen?
KING. I cry you mercy, Salisbury; 'tis indeed.
Where is Matilda?