The Tragedie of Richard D. of
27981963Alarmes, and then enter Warwike wounded. 28061964War. Ah, who is nie? Come to me friend or foe,
28071965And tell me who is vi
ctor
Yorke or
Warwike?
28081966Why a
ske I that? my mangled bodie
shewes,
28101967That I mu
st yeeld my bodie to the earth.
28111968And by my fall the conque
st to my foes,
28121969Thus yeelds the Cedar to the axes edge,
28131970Who
se armes gaue
shelter to the princelie Eagle,
28141971Vnder who
se
shade the ramping Lion
slept,
28151972Who
se top branch ouerpeerd
Ioues
spreading tree.
28201973The wrinkles in my browes now
fild with bloud,
28211974Were likened oft to kinglie
sepulchers.
28221975For who liu'd king, but
I could dig his graue?
28231976And who dur
st smile, when
Warwike bent his brow?
28241977Lo now my glorie
smeerd in du
st and bloud,
28251978My parkes my walkes, my mannors that
I had,
28261979Euen now for
sake me and of all my lands,
28271980Is nothing left me but my bodies length.
28311982Oxf. Ah
Warwike, Warwike, cheere vp thy
selfe and liue,
28321983For yet thears hope enough to win the daie.
28331984Our warlike
Queene with troopes is come from
France,
28341985And at
South-hampton landed all hir traine,
1986And might
st thou liue then would we neuer
flie.
28351987War. Whie then I would not
flie, nor haue I now,
28361988But
Hercules him
selfe mu
st yeeld to ods,
28371989For manie wounds receiu'd, and manie moe repaid,
28381990Hath robd my
strong knit
sinews of their
strength,
28391991And
spite of
spites needes mu
st I yeeld to death.
28421992Som. Thy brother
Montague hath breathd his la
st,
28431993And at the pangs of death I heard him crie
And