of Richard the third.
648603His cur
ses then from bitternes of
soule
649604Denoun
st, again
st thee, are all fallen vpon thee,
650605And God, not we, hath plagde thy bloudy deede.
651606Qu. So iu
st is God to right the innocent.
652607Hast. O twas the foule
st deede to
slaie that babe,
653608And the mo
st mercile
sse that euer was heard of.
654609Riu. Tyrants them
selues wept when it was reported.
655610Dors. No man but prophecied reuenge for it
. 656611Buch. Northumberland then pre
sent wept to
see it.
657612Qu. M. What? were you
snarling all before I came,
658613Ready to catch each other by the throat,
659614And turne you all your hatred now on me?
660615Did Yorkes dread cur
se preuaile
so much with heauen,
661616That Henries death my louely Edwards death,
662617Their kingdomes lo
sse, my wofull bani
shment,
663618Could all but an
swere for that peeui
sh brat?
664619Can cur
ses pierce the clouds and enter heauen?
665620Why then giue way dull cloudes to my quicke cur
ses:
666621If not, by war, by
surfet die your King,
667622As ours by murder to make him a King.
668623Edward thy
sonne which now is Prince of Wales,
669624For Edward my
sonne which was Prince of Wales,
670625Die in his youth by like vntimely violence,
671626Thy
selfe a Queene, for me that was a Queene,
672627Outliue thy glory like my wretched
selfe:
673628Long maie
st thou liue to waile thy childrens lo
sse,
674629And
see another as I
see thee now
675630Deckt in thy rights, as thou art
stald in mine:
676631Long die thy happy daies before thy death,
677632And after many lengthened houres of griefe,
678633Die neither mother, wife, nor Englands Queene:
679634Riuers and Dor
set you were
standers by,
680635And
so wa
st thou Lo: Ha
stings when my
sonne
681636Was
stabd with bloudy daggers, god I pray him,
682637That none of you may liue your naturall age,
683638But by
some vnlookt accident cut o
ff. 684639Glo. Haue done thy charme thou hatefull withred hag.
685640Q M. And leaue out the
stay dog for thou
shalt hear me
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