Glou.
I serve you, madam:
Your graces are right welcome.

[Exeunt.]



Scene II. Before Gloster's Castle.

[Enter Kent and Oswald, severally.]

Osw.
Good dawning to thee, friend: art of this house?

Kent.
Ay.

Osw.
Where may we set our horses?

Kent.
I' the mire.

Osw.
Pr'ythee, if thou lov'st me, tell me.

Kent.
I love thee not.