Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gray. And as I further haue to vnderstand,
Gray. Is new committed to the Bishop of Yorke,
Gray. Fell Warwickes Brother, and by that our Foe.
Riu. Riu.
Riu. These Newes I must confesse are full of greefe,
Riu. Yet gracious Madam, beare it as you may,
Riu. Warwicke may loose, that now hath wonne the day.
Gray. Gray.
Gray. Till then, faire hope must hinder liues decay:
Gray. And I the rather waine me from dispaire
Gray. For loue of Edwards Off‑spring in my wombe:
Gray. This is it that makes me bridle passion,
Gray. And beare with Mildnesse my misfortunes crosse:
Gray. I, I, for this I draw in many a teare,
Gray. And stop the rising of blood‑sucking sighes,
Gray. Least with my sighes or teares, I blast or drowne
Gray. King Edwards Fruite, true heyre to th'English Crowne.
Riu. But Madam,
Riu. Where is Warwicke then become?