The Tragedie of Richard D. of
12611038K Hen. Weepe wretched man, Ile lay thee teare for tear,
12621039Here
sits a king as woe begone as thee.
12681041Queen. Awaie my Lord to
Barwicke pre
sentlie,
12691042The daie is lo
st, our friends are murdered,
12741043No hope is left for vs, therefore awaie.
12651045Prince. Oh father
flie, our men haue left the
field,
12661046Take hor
se
sweet father, let vs
saue our
selues.
12751048Exet. Awaie my Lord for vengance comes along with
(him: 12761049Nay
stand not to expo
stulate make ha
st,
12771050Or el
se come after, Ile awaie before.
12781051K Hen. Naie
staie good
Exeter, for Ile along with thee.
12821054Clif. Heere burnes my candell out,
12831055That whil
st it la
sted gaue king
Henry light.
12841056Ah
Lancaster, I feare thine ouerthrow,
12851057More then my bodies parting from my
soule.
12861058My loue and feare glude manie friendes to thee,
12871059And now
I die, that tough commixture melts.
12881060Impairing
Henry strengthened mi
sproud
Yorke,
12891061The common people
swarme like
summer
flies,
1062And whither
flies the Gnats but to the
sun?
12901063And who
shines now but
Henries enemie?
12911064Oh
Phoebus had
st thou neuer giuen con
sent,
12921065That
Phaeton should checke thy
fierie
steedes,
12931066Thy burning carre had neuer
scorcht the earth.
12941067And
Henry had
st thou liu'd as kings
should doe,
12951068And as thy father and his father did,
Gi-