[♦] As index to the story we late talk’d of,
[150] To part the queen’s proud kindred from the king.
Glou. My other self, my counsel’s consistory,
[♦] My oracle, my prophet!—My dear cousin,
[♦] I, like a child, will go by thy direction.
[♦] Towards Ludlow then, for we’ll not stay behind. [Exeunt.
fbc SCENE III. London. A street.
Enter two Citizens, meeting.
[♦] First Cit. Neighbour, well met: whither away so fast?
[♦] Sec. Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: