Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. We thanke you Lords:
Yorke. But I am not your King, till I be Crown'd,
Yorke. And that my Sword be stayn'd
Yorke. With heart‑blood of the House of Lancaster:
Yorke. And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
Yorke. But with aduice and silent secrecie.
Yorke. Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes,
Yorke. Winke at the Duke of Suffolkes insolence,
Yorke. At Beaufords Pride, at Somersets Ambition,
Yorke. At Buckingham, and all the Crew of them,
Yorke. Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock,
Yorke. That vertuous Prince, the good Duke Humfrey:
Yorke. 'Tis that they seeke; and they, in seeking that,
Yorke. Shall finde their deaths, if Yorke can prophecie.
Salisb. Salisb.
Salisb. My Lord, breake we off; we know your minde
Salisb. at full.
Warw. Warw.
Warw. My heart assures me, that the Earle of Warwick