Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)
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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.
¶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,
Enter Exeter.
¶Or else come after, Ile awaie before.
¶
Enter Clifford wounded, with an
arrow in his necke.
¶Clif. Heere burnes my candell out,
¶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.
And whither flies the Gnats but to the sun?
1290And who shines now but Henries enemie?
¶Thy burning carre had neuer scorcht the earth.
1295And as thy father and his father did,
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