Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Id. Which I will beare in triumph to the King,
Id. Leaving thy trunke for Crowes to feed upon.
Id. Exit.
Id. Enter Yorke, and his Army of Irish, with
Id. Drum and Colours.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
Yor. And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head.
Yor. Ring Belles alowd, burne Bonfires cleare and bright
Yor. To entertaine great Englands lawfull King.
Yor. Ah Santa Maiestas! who would not buy thee deere?
Yor. Let them obey, that knowes not how to Rule.
Yor. This hand was made to handle nought but Gold.
Yor. I cannot giue due action to my words,
Yor. Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it.
Yor. A Scepter shall it haue, haue I a soule,
Yor. On which Ile tosse the Fleure‑de‑Luce of France.
Yor. Enter Buckingham.
Yor. Whom haue we heere? Buckingham to disturbe me?
Yor. The king hath sent him sure: I must dissemble.