SCENE III. London. A street
Enter one Citizen at one door, and Another at the other.
FIRST CITIZEN.
Good morrow, neighbour, whither away so fast?
SECOND CITIZEN.
I promise you, I scarcely know myself.
Hear you the news abroad?
FIRST CITIZEN.
Yes, that the King is dead.
SECOND CITIZEN.
Ill news, by’r Lady; seldom comes the better.
I fear, I fear ’twill prove a giddy world.
Enter another Citizen.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Neighbours, God speed.
FIRST CITIZEN.
Give you good morrow, sir.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Doth the news hold of good King Edward’s death?