QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Come, come, my boy. We will to sanctuary.
Madam, farewell.
DUCHESS.
Stay, I will go with you.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
You have no cause.
ARCHBISHOP.
[To the Queen.] My gracious lady, go,
And thither bear your treasure and your goods.
For my part, I’ll resign unto your Grace
The seal I keep; and so betide to me
As well I tender you and all of yours.
Go, I’ll conduct you to the sanctuary.
[Exeunt.]
ACT III
SCENE I. London. A street
The trumpets sound. Enter young Prince Edward, Richard, Buckingham, Cardinal Bourchier, Catesby and others.
BUCKINGHAM.
Welcome, sweet Prince, to London, to your chamber.
RICHARD.
Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts’ sovereign.
The weary way hath made you melancholy.