Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The Tragedy
¶Alas, I am the mother of these mones,
1355Their woes are parceld, mine are generall:
¶She for Edward weepes, and so doe I:
1358.1I for an Edward weepe, so doe not they.
¶And I will pamper it with lamentations.
Enter Glocest.
with others.
¶But none can cure their harmes by wailing them,
¶Madame my mother, I doe crie you mercy,
1380I did not see your Grace, humbly on my knee
¶I craue your blessing.
¶Loue, charity, obedience, and true duety.
¶Glo. Amen, and make me die a good old man,
1385Thats the butt end of a mothers blessing:
¶I maruell why her Grace did leaue it out.
¶That beare this mutuall heauy lode of moane:
¶Now cheare each other, in each others loue:
¶The broken rancour of your high swolne hearts,
¶But lately splinterd, knit, and ioynde etogether,
¶Forthwith from Ludlow the yong Prince be fetcht
¶Hither to London, to be crownd our King.
¶Madame, and you my mother will you go,
Buck.
