KING LEWIS.
Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
Enter the Post.
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.
[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.
KING LEWIS.
Warwick, what are thy news? And yours, fair Queen?
QUEEN MARGARET.
Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
WARWICK.
Mine, full of sorrow and heart’s discontent.
KING LEWIS.
What, has your king married the Lady Grey,
And now, to soothe your forgery and his,
Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
Is this th’ alliance that he seeks with France?
Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?