Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Card. My Lord of Yorke, trie what your fortune is:
Card. Th'vnciuill Kernes of Ireland are in Armes,
Card. And temper Clay with blood of Englishmen.
Card. To Ireland will you leade a Band of men,
Card. Collected choycely, from each Countie some,
Card. And trie your hap against the Irishmen?
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. I will, my Lord, so please his Maiestie.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Why, our Authoritie is his consent,
Suff. And what we doe establish, he confirmes:
Suff. Then, Noble Yorke, take thou this Taske in hand.
Yorke. I am content: Prouide me Souldiers, Lords,
Yorke. Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires.
Suff. A charge, Lord Yorke, that I will see perform'd.
Suff. But now returne we to the false Duke Humfrey.
Card. Card.
Card. No more of him: for I will deale with him,