Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)
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Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
¶But staie, me thinkes this is no famous face:
¶How cruel bloudy, and ironious,
¶This deadlie quarrell dailie doth beget,
¶Poore boy thy father gaue thee lif too late,
1230And hath bereau'de thee of thy life too sone.
¶King Wo aboue wo, griefe more then common griefe,
¶Whilst Lyons warre and battaile for their dens,
¶Poore lambs do feele the rigor of their wraths:
1235The red rose and the white are on his face,
¶1. Sould. How will my mother for my fathers death,
¶For wo is me to see my fathers face.
¶
Exit with his father.
¶2. Soul. Ile beare thee hence & let them fight that wil,
1255For I haue murdered where I should not kill.
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Exit with his sonne.
C3.
King.
