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That your estate requires and mine can yield.

War. 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.

Mar. Peace! impudent and shameless Warwick, peace;

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;

For both of you are birds of self-same feather.

Post blowing a horn within.

Lew. Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.

Post. My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,

Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:

These from our king unto your majesty.

And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.

Oxf. I like it well that our fair queen and mistress

Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.

Prince. Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled:

I hope all's for the best.

Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?

 157 Cf. n.

160 conveyance: deceit

162 post: messenger bearing letters

169 as: as if 