Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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of Richard the third.
650And God, not we, hath plagde thy bloudy deede.
¶Ready to catch each other by the throat,
¶And turne you all your hatred now on me?
¶That Henries death my louely Edwards death,
¶Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heauen?
665Why then giue way dull cloudes to my quicke curses:
¶If not, by war, by surfet die your King,
¶As ours by murder to make him a King.
¶Edward thy sonne which now is Prince of Wales,
¶For Edward my sonne which was Prince of Wales,
670Die in his youth by like vntimely violence,
¶Thy selfe a Queene, for me that was a Queene,
¶Outliue thy glory like my wretched selfe:
675Deckt in thy rights, as thou art stald in mine:
¶Long die thy happy daies before thy death,
¶And after many lengthened houres of griefe,
¶Die neither mother, wife, nor Englands Queene:
¶Was stabd with bloudy daggers, god I pray him,
¶That none of you may liue your naturall age,
¶Glo. Haue done thy charme thou hatefull withred hag.
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