KING EDWARD.
I blame not her, she could say little less,
She had the wrong; but what said Henry's queen?
For I have heard that she was there in place.

MESSENGER.
'Tell him' quoth she 'my mourning weeds are done,
And I am ready to put armour on.'

KING EDWARD.
Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
But what said Warwick to these injuries?

MESSENGER.
He, more incens'd against your majesty
Than all the rest, discharg'd me with these words:
'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
And therefore I'll uncrown him ere 't be long.'

KING EDWARD.
Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd;
They shall have wars, and pay for their presumption.
But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?

MESSENGER.
Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in
friendship
That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.