Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. I know, no paine they can inflict vpon him,
Yorke. Will make him say, I mou'd him to those Armes.
Yorke. Say that he thriue, as 'tis great like he will,
Yorke. Why then from Ireland come I with my strength,
Yorke. And reape the Haruest which that Rascall sow'd.
Yorke. For Humfrey; being dead, as he shall be,
Yorke. And Henry put apart: the next for me.
Yorke. Exit.
Yorke. [Act 3, Scene 2]
Yorke. Enter two or three running ouer the Stage, from the
Yorke. Murther of Duke Humfrey.
1. 1.
1. Runne to my Lord of Suffolke: let him know
1. We haue dispatcht the Duke, as he commanded.
2. 2.
2. Oh, that it were to doe: what haue we done?
2. Didst euer heare a man so penitent?
2. Enter Suffolke.
1. Here comes my Lord.