Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. Post.
Post. My Soueraigne Liege, no Letters, & few words,
Post. But such, as I (without your speciall pardon)
Post. Dare not relate.
King. King.
King. Goe too, wee pardon thee:
King. Therefore, in briefe, tell me their words,
King. As neere as thou canst guesse them.
King. What answer makes King Lewis vnto our Letters?
Post. At my depart, these were his very words:
Post. Goe tell false Edward, the supposed King,
Post. That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers,
Post. To reuell it with him, and his new Bride.
King. Is Lewis so braue? belike he thinkes me Henry.
King. But what said Lady Bona to my Marriage?
Post. These were her words, vtt'red with mild disdaine:
Post. Tell him, in hope hee'le proue a Widower shortly,