All of Shakespeare’s plays.
He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester
And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
In secret ambush on the forest side
And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
For hunting was his daily exercise.
That Edward is escaped from your brother,
And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in
That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
He, more incensed against your majesty
Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done,
And I am ready to put armour on.'
These were her words, utter'd with mad disdain:
'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'
At my depart, these were his very words:
'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
To revel it with him and his new bride.'
My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,
But such as I, without your special pardon,
Dare not relate.
To WARWICK My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:
To KING LEWIS XI
These from our king unto your majesty:
To QUEEN MARGARET
And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
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