Page 544 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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WINCHEST ER
My Lord of York, try what your fortune is:
Th’uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms [310]
And temper clay with blood of Englishmen.
To Ireland will you lead a band of men
Collected choicely, from each county some,
And try your hap against the Irishmen?
Y ORK
I will, my lord, so please his majesty. [315]
SUFFOLK
Why, our authority is his consent,
And what we do establish he confirms:
Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
Y ORK
I am content. Provide me soldiers, lords,
Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. [320]
SUFFOLK
A charge, Lord York, that I will see performed.
But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
WINCHEST ER
No more of him; for I will deal with him
That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
And so break off, the day is almost spent - [325]
[Aside] Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
Y ORK
My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days
At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
For there I’ll ship them all for Ireland.
SUFFOLK
I’ll see it truly done, my Lord of York. [330]
Exeunt [all but] York.
Y ORK
