Margret, as milde and humble in her thoughts
As was Aspatia[1406] unto Cirus selfe, 140
Yeelds thanks, and, next Lord Lacie, doth inshrine
Edward the second secret in her heart.
Edw. Gramercie, Peggie.—now that vowes are past,
And that your loves are not to[1407] be revolt,[1408]
Once, Lacie, friendes againe. Come, we will post 145
To Oxford; for this day the king is there,
And brings for Edward Castile Ellinor.
Peggie, I must go see and view my wife: