[55] My brother Montague shall post to London:
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
Whom we have left protectors of the king,
With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
[60] Mont. Brother, I go; I’ll win them, fear it not:
[♦] And thus most humbly I do take my leave. [Exit.
Enter SIR JOHN MORTIMER and SIR HUGH MORTIMER.
[♦] York. Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;