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


The Tragedie of Richard D. of
K Hen. Weepe wretched man, Ile lay thee teare for tear,
Here sits a king as woe begone as thee.
Alarmes and enter the Queene.
Queen. Awaie my Lord to Barwicke presentlie,
The daie is lost, our friends are murdered,
No hope is left for vs, therefore awaie.
Enter prince Edward.
1265Prince. Oh father flie, our men haue left the field,
Take horse sweet father, let vs saue our selues.
Enter Exeter.
1275Exet. Awaie my Lord for vengance comes along with
Nay stand not to expostulate make hast,
Or else come after, Ile awaie before.
K Hen. Naie staie good Exeter, for Ile along with thee.
Enter Clifford wounded, with an
arrow in his necke.
Clif. Heere burnes my candell out,
That whilst it lasted gaue king Henry light.
Ah Lancaster, I feare thine ouerthrow,
1285More then my bodies parting from my soule.
My loue and feare glude manie friendes to thee,
And now I die, that tough commixture melts.
Impairing Henry strengthened misproud Yorke,
The common people swarme like summer flies,
And whither flies the Gnats but to the sun?
1290And who shines now but Henries enemie?
Oh Phoebus hadst thou neuer giuen consent,
That Phaeton should checke thy fierie steedes,
Thy burning carre had neuer scorcht the earth.
And Henry hadst thou liu'd as kings should doe,
1295And as thy father and his father did,
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