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[Alarum. Enter YORK]
YORK
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The ar|my of | the queen | hath got | the field:
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My unc|les both | are slain,| in res|cuing me;
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And all | my fol|lowers,| to the eag|er foe
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Turn back, and fly,| like ships | before | the
wind,
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Or lambs | pursued | by hung|er-starv|ed wolves.
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My sons,| God^knows | what hath | bechanc|ed
them:
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But this | I know,| they have | demeaned |
themselves
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Like men born | to renown,| by life | or death.
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Three* times | did Rich|ard make | a lane | to
me,
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And thrice cried, cour|age fath|er, fight | it
out:
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And full | as oft | came^Ed|ward to | my side,
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With pur|ple falch|ion, paint|ed to | the hilt,
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In blood | of those | that had | encount|ered
him:
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And when | the hard|iest war|riors did | retire,
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Richard | cried, Charge, and give | no foot of
ground,
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And cried,| a crown,| or else | a glor|ious tomb,
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A scep|ter, or | an earth|ly sep|ulchre.
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With this | we charged | again:| but out | alas,
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We bodged | again,| as I | have seen | a swan
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With boot|less lab|or swim | against | the tide,
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And spend | her strength | with ov|er-match|ing
waves.
[A short alarum within]
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Ah hark,| the fat|al fol|lowers do | pursue,
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And I | am faint,| and can|not fly | their
fu|ry:
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And were | I strong,| I would | not shun | their fu|ry:
(hex with prev)
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The sands | are num|bered that | make^up | my
life,
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Here must^|I stay,| and here | my life | must
end.
[Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, PRINCE EDWARD, and
Soldiers]
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Come* bloo|dy Clif|ford, rough | Northum|berland,
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I dare | your quench|less fu|ry to / more rage.
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I am | your butt,| and I | abide | your shot.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Yield to | our mer|cy, proud | Plantag|enet.
CLIFFORD
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Aye, to such mer|cy, as | his ruth|less arm
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With down|right^pay|ment, showed | unto | my
fath||er.
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Now | Phaethon | hath tum|bled from | his car,
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And made | an eve|ning at the | noontide prick.
YORK
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My ash|es, as | the phoe|nix, may*/ bring forth
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A bird,| that will | revenge | upon | you all:
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And in | that hope,| I throw | mine^eyes | to
heaven,
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Scorning | whatere | you can | afflict | me with.
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Why come | you not?| What, multitudes,| and fear?
CLIFFORD
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So cow|ards fight,| when they | can fly | no
furth|er,
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So doves | do peck | the fal|con's pier|cing
tal|ons, (hex with prev)
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So des|perate thieves,| all hope|less of | their
lives,
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Breathe^out | invect|ives against | the
of|ficers.
YORK
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O Clif|ford, but | bethink | thee once | again,
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And in | thy thought | ore^run | my form|er time:
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And if | thou canst | for blush|ing, view | this
face,
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And bite | thy tongue,| that sland|ers him with
cow|ardice, ??
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Whose frown | hath made | thee faint | and fly |
ere this.
CLIFFORD
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I will | not ban|dy with | thee word | for word,
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But buck|le with | thee blows | twice two for
one.
QUEEN MARGARET
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Hold val/iant | Clifford,| for a thous|and
caus||es
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I | would prolong | awhile | the trait|or's life:
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Wrath makes him deaf;| speak thou |
Northum|berland.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Hold Clif/ford, do | not hon/or him | so much,
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To prick | thy fing|er, though | to wound | his
heart.
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What val|or were | it, when | a cur | doth grin,
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For one | to thrust | his hand | between | his
teeth,
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When he | might spurn | him with | his foot |
away?
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It is war's | prize, to | take all vant|ages,
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And ten | to one,| is no | impeach | of valor.
[They lay hands on YORK, who struggles]
CLIFFORD
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Aye,^aye,| so strives | the wood|cock with | the
gin.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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So doth | the co|ny strug|gle in | the net.
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So tri|umph thieves | upon their | conquered
| booty,
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So true | men^yield,| with rob|bers, so
| orematched.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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What would | your grace | have done | unto | him
now?
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Brave war/riors,| Clifford | and Northum|berland,
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Come^make | him stand | upon | this mole|hill*
here,
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That raught | at mount|ains with / outstretch|ed
arms,
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Yet part|ed but | the shad|ow with | his hand.
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What, was | it you | that would | be Eng|land's
king?
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Was it you | that rev|elled in | our parl|iament,
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And made | a preach|ment of | your high |
descent?
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Where are | your mess | of sons,| to back | you
now,
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The want|on Ed|ward, and | the lus|ty George?
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And where's | that val|iant crook-|back prodigy,
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Dicky,| your boy,| that with | his grum|bling
voice
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Was wont | to cheer | his dad | in mut|inies?
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Or with | the rest,| where is | your dar|ling,
Rut||land?
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Look | York, I | stained this | napkin | with the
blood
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That val|iant Clif|ford, with | his rap|ier's
point,
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Made is|sue from | the bos|om of | the boy:
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And if | thine^eyes | can wat|er for | his death,
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I give | thee this | to dry | thy cheeks |
withal.
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Alas | poor York,| but that I | hate thee |
deadly,
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I should | lament | thy mis|era|ble state.
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I prith|ee grieve,| to make | me mer|ry, York.
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What, hath thy | fiery | heart so | parched thine^|entrails*,
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That not | a tear | can fall,| for Rut|land's
death?
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Why art | thou pa|tient, man?| Thou shouldst | be
mad:
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And I,| to make | thee mad,| do mock | thee thus.
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Stamp, rave, and fret,| that I | may sing | and
dance.
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Thou wouldst | be feed,| I see,| to make | me
sport:
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York cannot speak,| unless | he wear | a crown.
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A crown | for York;| and lords,| bow low / to
him:
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Hold you | his hands,| whilst I | do set | it on.
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Aye* mar|ry sir,| now* looks | he like | a king:
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Aye, this | is he | that took | King^Hen|ry's
chair,
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And this | is he | was his | adopt|ed heir.
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But how | is it,| that great | Plantag|enet
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Is crowned | so soon,| and broke | his sol|emn
oath?
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As I | bethink | me you | should not | be king,
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Till our | King^Hen|ry had / shook hands | with
death.
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And will | you pale | your head | in Hen|ry's
glo||ry,
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And rob | his temp|les of | the di|adem,
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Now^in | his life,| against | your ho|ly oath?
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Oh 'tis a | fault too too | unpard|onable.
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Off with | the crown;| and with | the crown,| his
head,
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And whilst | we breathe,| take time to do | him
dead.
CLIFFORD
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That is | my of|fice, for | my fath|er's sake.
QUEEN MARGARET
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Nay* stay,| let's^hear | the or|isons | he makes.
YORK
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She-wolf of France,
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But worse | than wolves | of
France,
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Whose^tongue | more* pois|ons than | the ad|der's
tooth:
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How ill-|beseem|ing is | it in | thy sex,
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To tri|umph like | an Am|azon|ian trull,
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Upon | their woes,| whom for|tune cap|tivates?
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But that thy | face is | vizard-|like,
un|changing,
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Made^imp|udent | with use | of ev|il deeds.
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I would as|say, proud queen,| to make | thee
blush.
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To tell | thee whence | thou camst,| of whom |
derived,
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Were shame | enough,| to shame | thee,
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Wert thou not | shameless.|
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Thy fath|er bears | the type | of King | of
Naples, ??
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Of both | the Si|cils and | Jerus|alem,
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Yet not | so wealth/y as an | English | yeoman.
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Hath^that | poor* mon|arch taught | thee to |
insult?
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It needs | not, nor it | boots thee | not, proud
queen,
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Unless | the ad|age must | be ver|ified,
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That beg|gars mount|ed, run | their horse | to
death.
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'Tis beaut|y that | doth^oft | make^wom|en proud,
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But God | he knows,| thy share | thereof | is
small.
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'Tis vir|tue that | doth make | them most |
admired,
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The con|trary | doth make | thee wond|ered at.
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'Tis gov|ernment | that makes | them seem |
divine,
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The want | thereof,| makes thee | abom|inable.
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Thou art | as op|posite | to eve|ry good,
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As the | Antip|odes | are un|to us,
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Or as | the south | to the | septen|trion.
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Oh tig|er's heart,| wrapped in | a wom|an's hide,
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How couldst | thou drain | the life-|blood of |
the child,
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To bid | the fath|er wipe | his eyes | withal,
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And yet | be seen | to bear | a wom|an's face?
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Women are | soft, mild, pit|iful,| and flex|ible;
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Thou stern, ob|durate,| flinty,| rough,
re|morseless. (hex with prev)
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Bidst^thou | me rage?| Why now | thou hast | thy
wish.
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Wouldst^have | me weep?| Why now | thou hast |
thy will.
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For rag|ing wind | blows up | inces|sant showers,
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And when | the rage | allays,| the rain | begins.
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These tears / are my | sweet* Rut|land's
ob|sequies,
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And eve|ry drop | cries vengeance | for his
death,
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'Gainst^thee | fell* Clifford,| and thee false
French|woman.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Beshrew | me, but | his pas|sion moves | me so,
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That hard|ly can | I check | my eyes | from
tears.
YORK
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That face | of his,
(pickup)
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The hun|gry can|nibals | would not | have touched,
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Would not | have stained | with blood:
(picked up)
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But you | are more | inhum|an, more |
inex|orable,
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Oh, ten times | more than | tigers | of
Hyr|cania. (hex with prev)
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See, ruthless queen,| a hap|less fath|er's tears:
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This cloth | thou dipdst | in blood | of my /
sweet boy,
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And I | with tears | do wash | the blood | away.
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Keep thou | the nap|kin, and / go boast | of
this,
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And if | thou tellst | the hea|vy sto|ry right,
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Upon | my soul,| the hear|ers will / shed tears:
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Yea, even | my foes | will shed | fast-falling
tears, ??
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And say,| Alas,| it was | a pit|eous deed.
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There, take the crown,| and with | the crown,| my
curse,
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And in | thy need,| such com|fort come | to thee,
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As now | I reap | at thy / too cru|el hand.
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Hard-hearted Clif|ford, take | me from | the
world,
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My soul | to heaven,| my blood | upon | your
heads.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Had he | been slaught|er-man | to all | my kin,
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I should | not for | my life | but weep | with
him,
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To see | how in|ly sor|row grips | his soul.
QUEEN MARGARET
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What, weeping-ripe,| my Lord | Northum|berland?
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Think but | upon | the wrong | he did | us all,
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And that | will quick|ly dry | thy melt|ing
tears.
CLIFFORD
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Here's for | my oath,| here's for | my fath|er's
death.
[Stabbing him]
QUEEN MARGARET
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And here's | to right | our gent|le-heart|ed
king.
[Stabbing him]
YORK
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Open | thy gate | of mer|cy, gra|cious God,
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My soul flies through | these wounds, to seek |
out thee.
[Dies]
QUEEN MARGARET
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Off with | his head,| and set | it on / York
gates,
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So York | may ov|erlook | the town | of York.
[Flourish. Exeunt]