But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
[♦] I’ll sort some other time to visit you.
[♦] Count. What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
Mess. Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
30 To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
Tal. Marry, for that she’s in a wrong belief,
[♦] I go to certify her Talbot’s here.
Re-enter Porter with keys.
Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
Tal. Prisoner! to whom?