Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. You Edward shall vnto my Lord Cobham,
Yorke. With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise.
Yorke. In them I trust: for they are Souldiors,
Yorke. Wittie, courteous, liberall, full of spirit.
Yorke. While you are thus imploy'd, what resteth more?
Yorke. But that I seeke occasion how to rise,
Yorke. And yet the King not priuie to my Drift,
Yorke. Nor any of the House of Lancaster.
Yorke. Enter Gabriel.
Yorke. But stay, what Newes? Why comm'st thou in such
Yorke. poste?
Gabriel. Gabriel.
Gabriel. The Queene,
Gabriel. With all the Northerne Earles and Lords,
Gabriel. Intend here to besiege you in your Castle.
Gabriel. She is hard by, with twentie thousand men:
Gabriel. And therefore fortifie your Hold, my Lord.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. I, with my Sword.
Yorke. What? think'st thou, that we feare them?