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From giving aid which late I promised. That your estate requires and mine can yield. WARWICK. Where, having nothing, nothing can he lose. You have a father.html">father able to maintain you, Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears, Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love; Warwick, this is some post to us or thee. [Enter the Post.] POST. Sent from your brother Marquess Montague.-- And, madam, these for you, from whom I know not. [They all read their letters.] OXFORD. Smiles at her news while Warwick frowns at his. PRINCE. I hope all's for the best. KING LEWIS. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhop'd joys. WARWICK. What! has your king married the Lady Grey, Sends me a paper to persuade me patience? Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner? QUEEN MARGARET. King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven, That I am/am.html">am clear from this misdeed of Edward's; But most himself, if he could see his shame.html">shame. My father came untimely to his death? Did I impale him with the regal crown? And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame? And to repair my honour.html">honour lost for him, My noble queen, let former grudges pass, I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona, Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to And I forgive and quite forget old faults, So much his friend.html">friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, With some few bands of chosen soldiers, And force the tyrant from his seat by war. And as for Clarence,--as my letters tell me,-- For matching more for wanton lust than honour, .

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