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Men's flesh preserv'd so whole do seldom win.

Queen. Nay then, this spark will prove a raging fire,

If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with.

No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:

Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,

Might happily have prov'd far worse than his.

York. What! worse than nought? nay, then a shame take all.

Som. And in the number thee, that wishest shame.

Car. My Lord of York, try what your fortune is.

Th' uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms

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?

York. I will, my lord, so please his majesty.

Suf. Why, our authority is his consent,

And what we do establish he confirms:

Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.

York. I am content: provide me soldiers, lords,

Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.

Suf. A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.

But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.

Car. 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.

Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.

York. My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days

At Bristow I expect my soldiers;

For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.

 306 happily: haply, perhaps

308 in the number: among the rest; cf. n.

310 uncivil: disorderly

kerns: light-armed irregulars

311 temper clay: moisten the ground

318 Cf. n.

328 Bristow: Bristol 