Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Tell him, my mourning weeds are layde aside,
Mar. And I am ready to put Armor on.
War. War.
War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,
War. And therefore Ile vn‑Crowne him, er't be long.
War. There's thy reward, be gone.
War. Exit Post.
Lew. Lew.
Lew. But Warwicke,
Lew. Thou and Oxford, with fiue thousand men
Lew. Shall crosse the Seas, and bid false Edward battaile:
Lew. And as occasion serues, this Noble Queen
Lew. And Prince, shall follow with a fresh Supply.
Lew. Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:
Lew. What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty?
War. This shall assure my constant Loyalty,
War. That if our Queene, and this young Prince agree,
War. Ile ioyne mine eldest daughter, and my Ioy,
War. To him forthwith, in holy Wedlocke bands.