Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Thy slye conueyance, and thy Lords false loue,
Mar. Post blowing a horne Within.
Mar. For both of you are Birds of selfe‑same Feather.
Lewis. Lewis.
Lewis. Warwicke, this is some poste to vs, or thee.
Lewis. Enter the Poste.
Post. Post.
Post. My Lord Ambassador,
Post. These Letters are for you.
Post. Speakes to Warwick,
Post. Sent from your Brother Marquesse Montague.
Post. These from our King, vnto your Maiesty.
Post. To Lewis.
Post. And Madam, these for you:
Post. To Margaret
Post. From whom, I know not.
Post. They all reade their Letters.
Oxf. Oxf.
Oxf. I like it well, that our faire Queene and Mistris
Oxf. Smiles at her newes, while Warwicke frownes at his.