[♦] 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.
[330] Suf. I’ll see it truly done, my Lord of York. [Exeunt all but York.
[♦] York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
And change misdoubt to resolution:
[♦] Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art
Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
335 Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,