Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. And Henry though he be infortunate,
King. Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde:
King. And so with thankes, and pardon to you all,
King. I do dismisse you to your seuerall Countries.
All. All.
All. God saue the King, God saue the King.
All. Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Please it your Grace to be aduertised,
Mes. The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland,
Mes. And with a puissant and a mighty power
Mes. Of Gallow‑glasses and stout Kernes,
Mes. Is marching hitherward in proud array,
Mes. And still proclaimeth as he comes along,
Mes. His Armes are onely to remoue from thee
Mes. The Duke of Somerset, whom he tearmes a Traitor.
King. King.
King. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and Yorke
King. distrest,
King. Like to a Ship, that hauing scap'd a Tempest,