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1270[2.2]
Tell me, good granam, is our father dead?
No, boy.
Why do you wring your hands and beat your breast
Why do you look on us and shake your head
My pretty cousins, you mistake me much.
Then granam, you conclude that he is dead.
Peace, children, peace, the King doth love you well.
Granam we can: for my good uncle Gloucester
Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
Think you my uncle did dissemble, granam?
Aye, boy.
I cannot think it -- [Wailing within] Hark, what noise is this?
Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,
What means this scene of rude impatience?
To make an act of tragic violence:
Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow
Good aunt, you wept not for our father's death;
Our fatherless distress was left unmoaned,
Give me no help in lamentation;
Oh, for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence.
Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence.
What stay had I but Edward, and he is gone?
What stay had we but Clarence, and he is gone?
What stays had I but they, and they are gone?
Was never widow had so dear a loss.
Was never orphans had a dearer loss.
Was never mother had a dearer loss.
Madam, have comfort, all of us have cause
God bless thee, and put meekness in thy mind,
Amen, [He stands.] [Aside] and make me die a good old man;
You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers
Then it be so, and go we to determine
With all our hearts.
My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince,
My other self, my counsel's consistory,
2.2.128[Exeunt.]