Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Oxf. I like it well, that our faire Queene and Mistris
Oxf. Smiles at her newes, while Warwicke frownes at his.
Prince Ed. Prince Ed.
Prince Ed. Nay marke how Lewis stampes as he were
Prince Ed. I netled. I hope, all's for the best.
Lew. Lew.
Lew. Warwicke, what are thy Newes?
Lew. And yours, faire Queene.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Mine such, as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes.
War. War.
War. Mine full of sorrow, and hearts discontent.
Lew. What? has your King married the Lady Grey?
Lew. And now to sooth your Forgery, and his,
Lew. Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience?
Lew. Is this th'Alliance that he seekes with France?
Lew. Dare he presume to scorne vs in this manner?
Mar. I told your Maiesty as much before: