Post.
Great Lords, from Ireland am I come amain
To signify that Rebels there are up,
And put the Englishmen unto the sword.
Send succours, Lords, and stop the rage betime,
Before the wound do grow incurable;
For being green, there is great hope of help.

Car.
A breach, that craves a quick expedient stop!
—What counsel give you in this weighty cause?

York.
That Somerset be sent a Regent thither:
'Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd;
Witness the fortune he hath had in France.—

Som.
If York, with all his far-fetch'd policy,
Had been the Regent there instead of me,
He never would have staid in France so long.

York.
No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done;
I rather would have lost my life betimes
Than bring a burden of dishonour home,
By staying there so long till all were lost.
Shew me one scar character'd on thy skin,
Men's flesh, preserv'd so whole, do seldom win.

Q. Mar.
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 country 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,
Whilst 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 Humphry.

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 Bristol I expect my soldiers;

For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.

Suf.
I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York. [Exeunt.

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