[♦] Vnto S. Albones, to tell this newes.
Yorke. Content. Away then, about it straight.
Buck. Farewell my Lord. Exet Buckingham.
[50] Yorke. Whose within there?
Enter one.
One. My Lord.
[♦] Yorke. Sirrha, go will the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke, to sup with me to night. Exet Yorke.
One. I will my Lord. Exet.
SC. V. dae
Queene. My Lord, how did your grace like this last flight?