1129976To execute the like vpon thy selfe,

1130977And so haue at thee.

1135981Hen. Oh gratious God of heauen looke downe on vs,

1136982And set some endes to these incessant griefes,

1137983How like a mastlesse ship vpon the seas,

1138984This woful battaile doth continue still,

1139985Now leaning this way, now to that side driue,

1140986And none doth know to whom the daie will fall.

1141987O would my death might staie these ciuilliars!

1142988Would I had neuer raind, nor nere bin king,

1143989Margret and Clifford, chide me from the fielde,

1144990Swearing they had best successe when I was thence.

1145991Would God that I were dead so all were well,

1146992Or would my crowne suffice, I were content

1147993To yeeld it them and liue a priuate life.

1192995Sould Il blowes the wind that profits no bodie,

1193996This man that I haue slaine in fight to daie,

1194997Maie be possessed of some store of crownes,

1195998And I will search to find them if I can,

1198999But stay. Me thinkes it is my fathers face,

12001000Oh I tis he whom I haue slaine in fight,

12011001From London was I prest out by the king,

12021002My father he came on the part of Yorke,

12031003And in this conflict I haue slaine my father:

12061004Oh pardon God, I knew not what I did,

12071005And pardon father, for I knew thee not.