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That your estate requires and mine can yield. [150]
WARWICK
Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease
Where, having nothing, nothing can he lose.
And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
You have a father able to maintain you,
And better ’twere you troubled him than France. [155]
MARGARET
Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick,
Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings!
I will not hence till, with my talk and tears,
Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
Thy sly conveyance and thy lord’s false love. [160]
Post blowing a horn within.
For both of you are birds of self-same feather.
KING LEWIS
Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
Enter the Post.
POST
speaks to Warwick
My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague.
To Lewis.
These from our king unto your majesty. [165]
To Margaret.
And, madam, these for you: from whom I know not.
They all read their letters.
OXFORD
I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
Smiles at her news while Warwick frowns at his.
PRINCE EDWARD
Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled.
I hope all’s for the best. [170]
