Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks: we’ll enter all together.
Enter BRAKENBURY.
[♦] And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.
Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,
[♦] How doth the prince, and my young son of York?
[15] Brak. Right well, dear madam. By your patience,
[♦] I may not suffer you to visit them;
[♦] The king hath straitly charged the contrary.
[♦] Q. Eliz. The king! why, who’s that?
[♦] Brak. I cry you mercy: I mean the lord protector.