[A horn sounded within.]

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.
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 unhop'd joys.

WARWICK.