Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Marg. If that goe forward, Henries hope is done.
Warw. Warw.
Warw. And gracious Madame,
Warw. Speaking to Bona.
Warw. In our Kings behalfe,
Warw. I am commanded, with your leaue and fauor,
Warw. Humbly to kisse your Hand, and with my Tongue
Warw. To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart;
Warw. Where Fame, late entring at his heedfull Eares,
Warw. Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image, and thy Vertue.
Marg. Marg.
Marg. King Lewis, and Lady Bona, heare me speake,
Marg. Before you answer Warwicke. His demand
Marg. Springs not from Edwards well‑meant honest Loue,
Marg. But from Deceit, bred by Necessitie:
Marg. For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home,
Marg. Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance?
Marg. To proue him Tyrant, this reason may suffice,
Marg. That Henry liueth still: but were hee dead,
Marg. Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henries Sonne.