Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
30932180That taught his
sonne the o
ffice
30942181Of a birde, and yet for all that the poore
30952183Hen. I Dedalus, my poore
sonne
Icarus,
30962184Thy father
Minos that denide our cour
se,
30982185Thy brother
Edward, the
sunne that
searde his wings,
30992186And thou the enuious gulfe that
swallowed him.
31002187Oh better can my bre
st abide thy daggers point,
31012188Then can mine eares that tragike hi
storie.
31042189Glo. Why do
st thou thinke
I am an executioner?
31052190Hen. A per
secutor
I am
sure thou art,
31062191And if murdering innocents be executions,
31072192Then I know thou art an executioner.
31082193Glo. Thy
sonne I kild for his pre
sumption.
31092194Hen. Had
st thou bin kild when
fir
st thou did
st pre
sume,
31102195Thou had
st not liude to kill a
sonne of mine,
31122197That manie a Widdow for her hu
sbands death,
31132198And many an infants water
standing eie,
31142199Widowes for their hu
sbands, children for their fathers,
31162200Shall cur
se the time that euer thou wert borne.
31172201The owle
shrikt at thy birth, an euill
signe,
31192202The night Crow cride, aboding luckle
sse tune,
31202203Dogs howld and hideous tempe
sts
shooke down trees,
31212204The Rauen rookt her on the Chimnies top,
31222205And chattering Pies in di
small di
scord
sung,
31232206Thy mother felt more then a mothers paine,
31242207And yet brought forth le
sse then a mothers hope,
31252208To wit: an vndige
st created lumpe,
31262209Not like the fruit of
such a goodly tree,
31272210Teeth had
st thou in thy head when thou wa
st borne,
To