Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)
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The Tragedie of Richard D. of
¶Oh, let me liue in prison all my daies,
¶And when I giue occasion of offence,
¶Die.
¶Plantagenet I come Plantagenet,
¶And this thy sonnes bloud cleauing to my blade,
455Shall rust vpon my weapon, till thy bloud
¶Congeald with his, doe make me wipe off both.
Exit.
¶
Alarmes, Enter the Duke of Yorke solus.
460Thrise happie chance is it for thee and thine,
¶That heauen abridgde my daies and cals me hence,
¶But God knowes what chance hath betide my sonnes;
¶But this I know they haue demeand themselues,
465Like men borne to renowne by life or death:
¶Three times this daie came Richard to my sight,
¶And cried courage Father: Victorie or death,
¶With purple Faulchen painted to the hilts,
480Oh harke, I heare the drums? No waie to flie:
And heere my life must end.
485
Enter the Queene, Clifford, Northumberland,
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and souldiers.
Come
