[♦] Tell him, myself, the mayor and citizens,
[♦] In deep designs and matters of great moment,
[♦] No less importing than our general good,
Are come to have some conference with his grace.
[♦] Cate. I’ll tell him what you say, my lord. [Exit.
Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward!
[♦] He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,
But on his knees at meditation;
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
75 But meditating with two deep divines;