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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)

    The Tragedie of Richard D. of
    Alarmes, and then enter Warwike wounded.
    War. Ah, who is nie? Come to me friend or foe,
    And tell me who is victor Yorke or Warwike?
    Why aske I that? my mangled bodie shewes,
    2810That I must yeeld my bodie to the earth.
    And by my fall the conquest to my foes,
    Thus yeelds the Cedar to the axes edge,
    Whose armes gaue shelter to the princelie Eagle,
    Vnder whose shade the ramping Lion slept,
    2815Whose top branch ouerpeerd Ioues spreading tree.
    2820The wrinkles in my browes now fild with bloud,
    Were likened oft to kinglie sepulchers.
    For who liu'd king, but I could dig his graue?
    And who durst smile, when Warwike bent his brow?
    Lo now my glorie smeerd in dust and bloud,
    2825My parkes my walkes, my mannors that I had,
    Euen now forsake me and of all my lands,
    Is nothing left me but my bodies length.
    2830Enter Oxford and Summerset.
    Oxf. Ah Warwike, Warwike, cheere vp thy selfe and liue,
    For yet thears hope enough to win the daie.
    Our warlike Queene with troopes is come from France,
    And at South-hampton landed all hir traine,
    And mightst thou liue then would we neuer flie.
    2835War. Whie then I would not flie, nor haue I now,
    But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to ods,
    For manie wounds receiu'd, and manie moe repaid,
    Hath robd my strong knit sinews of their strength,
    And spite of spites needes must I yeeld to death.
    Som. Thy brother Montague hath breathd his last,
    And at the pangs of death I heard him crie