King. Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother is slaine,
And the Rebels march amaine to London,
Go back to them, and tell them thus from me,
Ile come and parley with their generall.
[5] Reade. Yet staie, ile reade the Letter one againe.
Lord Say, Iacke Cade hath solemnely vowde to haue thy head.
[♦] Say. I, but I hope your highnesse shall haue his.
King. How now Madam, still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes [♦] death, I feare my loue, if I had bene dead, thou wouldst not 10 haue mournde so much for me.
[♦] Queene. No my loue, I should not mourne, but die for thee.
Enter a Messenger.