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MARGARET

Warwick, these words have turned my hate to love
And I forgive and quite forget old faults [200]
And joy that thou becom’st King Henry’s friend.

WARWICK

So much his friend, ay, his unfeignèd friend,
That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
I’ll undertake to land them on our coast [205]
And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
’Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him;
And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
He’s very likely now to fall from him
For matching more for wanton lust than honour [210]
Or than for strength and safety of our country.

BONA

Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
But by thy help to this distressèd queen?

MARGARET

Renownèd prince, how shall poor Henry live
Unless thou rescue him from foul despair? [215]

BONA

My quarrel and this English queen’s are one.

WARWICK

And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.

KING LEWIS

And mine with hers and thine and Margaret’s.
Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
You shall have aid. [220]

MARGARET

Let me give humble thanks for all at once.

KING LEWIS