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Author: William Shakespeare
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Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)


Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
2. Soul. Lie there thou that foughtst with me so stoutly,
Now let me see what store of gold thou haste,
But staie, me thinkes this is no famous face:
Oh no it is my sonne that I haue slaine in fight,
O monstrous times begetting such euents,
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,
The fatall colours of our striuing houses,
Wither one rose, and let the other flourish,
1240For if you striue, ten thousand liues must perish.
1. Sould. How will my mother for my fathers death,
Take on with me and nere be satisfide?
2. Sol. How will my wife for slaughter of my son,
Take on with me and nere be satisfide?
1245King. How will the people now misdeeme their king,
Oh would my death their mindes could satisfie.
1. Sould. Was euer son so rude his fathers bloud to spil?
2, Soul. Was euer father so vnnaturall his son to kill?
King. Was euer king thus greeud and vexed still?
1. Sould. Ile beare thee hence from this accursed place,
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.
1260
Exit with his sonne.
C3.
King.