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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)

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

    Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
    York. That face of his the hungrie Cannibals
    620Could not haue tucht, would not haue staind with bloud
    But you are more inhumaine, more inexorable,
    O ten times more then Tygers of Arcadia.
    See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse fathers teares.
    This cloth thou dipts in bloud of my sweet boy,
    625And loe with teares I wash the bloud awaie.
    Keepe thou the napkin and go boast of that,
    And if thou tell the heauie storie well,
    Vpon my soule the hearers will sheed teares,
    I, euen my foes will sheed fast falling teares,
    630And saie, alas, it was a pitteous deed.
    Here, take the crowne, and with the crowne my curse,
    And in thy need such comfort come to thee,
    As now I reape at thy tvvo cruell hands.
    Hard-harted Clifford, take me from the world,
    635My soule to heauen, my bloud vpon your heads.
    North. Had he bin slaughterman of all my kin,
    I could not chuse but weepe with him to see,
    How inlie anger gripes his hart.
    Quee. What weeping ripe, my Lorde Northumber-
    land?
    640Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all,
    And that will quicklie drie your melting tears.
    Clif. Thears for my oath thears for my fathers death.
    Queene. And thears to right our gentle harted kind.
    645York. Open thy gates of mercie gratious God,
    My soule flies foorth to meet with thee.
    Queene. Off with his head and set it on Yorke Gates,
    So Yorke maie ouerlooke the towne of Yorke.
    Exeunt omnes.
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