Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. And you too, Somerset, and Mountague,
King. Speake freely what you thinke.
Clarence. Clarence.
Clarence. Then this is mine opinion:
Clarence. That King Lewis becomes your Enemie,
Clarence. For mocking him about the Marriage
Clarence. Of the Lady Bona.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. And Warwicke, doing what you gaue in charge,
Rich. Is now dis‑honored by this new Marriage.
King. King.
King. What, if both Lewis and Warwick, be appeas'd,
King. By such inuention as I can deuise?
Mount. Mount.
Mount. Yet, to haue ioyn'd with France in such alliance,
Mount. Would more haue strength'ned this our Commonwealth
Mount. 'Gainst forraine stormes, then any home‑bred Marriage.
Hast. Hast.
Hast. Why, knowes not Mountague, that of it selfe,
Hast. England is safe, if true within it selfe?