Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Irish. Of my Nation? What ish my Nation? Ish a Villaine, and a Basterd, and a Knaue, and a Rascall. What ish my Nation? Who talkes of my Nation?
Welch. Welch.
Welch. Looke you, if you take the matter otherwise then is meant, Captaine Mackmorrice, peraduenture I shall thinke you doe not vse me with that affabilitie, as in discretion you ought to vse me, looke you, being as good a man as your selfe, both in the disciplines of Warre, and in the deriuation of my Birth, and in other particula- rities.
Irish. Irish.
Irish. I doe not know you so good a man as my selfe: so Chrish saue me, I will cut off your Head.
Gower. Gower.
Gower. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
Scot. Scot.
Scot. A, that's a foule fault.
Scot. A Parley.
Gower. The Towne sounds a Parley.
Welch. Captaine Mackmorrice, when there is more better oportunitie to be required, looke you, I will be so bold as to tell you, I know the disciplines of Warre: and there is an end.
Welch. Exit.
Welch. [Act 3, Scene 3]
Welch. Enter the King and all his Traine before the Gates.
King. King.
King. How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne?
King. This is the latest Parle we will admit: