Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bona. Bona.
Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queens, are one.
War. War.
War. And mine faire Lady Bona, ioynes with yours.
Lew. Lew.
Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margarets.
Lew. Therefore, at last, I firmely am resolu'd
Lew. You shall haue ayde.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Let me giue humble thankes for all, at once.
Lew. Then Englands Messenger, returne in Poste,
Lew. And tell false Edward, thy supposed King,
Lew. That Lewis of France, is sending ouer Maskers
Lew. To reuell it with him, and his new Bride.
Lew. Thou seest what's past, go feare thy King withall.
Bona. Tell him, in hope hee'l proue a widower shortly,
Bona. I weare the Willow Garland for his sake.