Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)
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The Tragedie of Richard D. of
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Enter Edward.
1065What fatall starre malignant frownes from heauen
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Enter George.
¶George. Come brother, come, lets to the field againe,
¶For yet theres hope inough to win the daie:
1070Then let vs backe to cheere our fainting Troupes,
¶Lest they retire now we haue left the field.
¶War. How now my lords: what hap, what hope of good?
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Enter Richard running.
1075Thy noble father in the thickest thronges,
¶And manie wounds made in his aged brest,
¶He waft his hand to me and cride aloud:
¶Richard, commend me to my valiant sonne,
And still he cride Warwike reuenge my death,
And with those words he tumbled off his horse,
¶War. Then let the earth be drunken with his bloud,
¶And here to God of heauen I make a vow,
¶Till I am full reuenged for his death.
¶Edw. Lord Warwike, I doe bend my knees with thine,
And
