Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady Grey. That I was not ignoble of Descent,
Lady Grey. And meaner then my selfe haue had like fortune.
Lady Grey. But as this Title honors me and mine,
Lady Grey. So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
Lady Grey. Doth cloud my ioyes with danger, and with sorrow.
King. King.
King. My Loue, forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes;
King. What danger, or what sorrow can befall thee,
King. So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
King. And their true Soueraigne, whom they must obey?
King. Nay, whom they shall obey, and loue thee too,
King. Vnlesse they seeke for hatred at my hands:
King. Which if they doe, yet will I keepe thee safe,
King. And they shall feele the vengeance of my wrath.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. I heare, yet say not much, but thinke the more.
Rich. Enter a Poste.
King. Now Messenger, what Letters, or what Newes
King. from France?