Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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of Richard the third.
¶Or with the clamorus report of war:
¶Thus will I drowne your exclamations.
¶Du. Then patiently here my impatience.
¶King. Madam I haue a touch of your condition,
¶Which cannot brooke the accent of reproofe.
2940God knowes in anguish, paine and agonie,
¶Thou camst on earth to make the earth my hell,
¶A greuous burthen was thy berth to me,
2945Techie and waiward was thy infancie,
¶Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold and venturous,
¶Thy age confirmed, proud, subtile, bloudie, trecherous,
2950What comfortable houre canst thou name
¶That euer grac't me in thy companie?
¶King. Faith none but Humphrey houre, that cald your grace
¶To breake fast once forth of my companie,
¶Let me march on, and not offend your grace.
¶King. Come, come, you art too bitter.
¶Eeare from this war thou turne a conqueror,
¶And neuer looke vpon thy face againe,
¶Which in the daie of battaile tire thee more
¶Then all the compleat armor that thou wearst,
2970My praiers on the aduerse partie fight,
¶And there the little soules of Edwards children,
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