GLOUCESTER.
I serve you, madam:
Your graces are right welcome.
[Exeunt. Flourish.]
SCENE II. Before Gloucester’s Castle
Enter Kent and Oswald, severally.
OSWALD.
Good dawning to thee, friend: art of this house?
KENT.
Ay.
OSWALD.
Where may we set our horses?
KENT.
I’ the mire.
OSWALD.
Prythee, if thou lov’st me, tell me.
KENT.
I love thee not.