| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Good Grandam tell vs, is our Father dead? | Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? | R3 II.ii.1 |
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| Why do you looke on vs, and shake your head, | Why do you look on us, and shake your head, | R3 II.ii.5 |
| And call vs Orphans, Wretches, Castawayes, | And call us orphans, wretches, castaways, | R3 II.ii.6 |
| If that our Noble Father were aliue? | If that our noble father were alive? | R3 II.ii.7 |
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| Then you conclude, (my Grandam) he is dead: | Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead? | R3 II.ii.12 |
| The King mine Vnckle is too blame for it. | The King mine uncle is to blame for it. | R3 II.ii.13 |
| God will reuenge it, whom I will importune | God will revenge it, whom I will importune | R3 II.ii.14 |
| With earnest prayers, all to that effect. | With earnest prayers all to that effect. | R3 II.ii.15 |
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| Grandam we can: for my good Vnkle Gloster | Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloucester | R3 II.ii.20 |
| Told me, the King prouok'd to it by the Queene, | Told me the King, provoked to it by the Queen, | R3 II.ii.21 |
| Deuis'd impeachments to imprison him; | Devised impeachments to imprison him; | R3 II.ii.22 |
| And when my Vnckle told me so, he wept, | And when my uncle told me so, he wept, | R3 II.ii.23 |
| And pittied me, and kindly kist my cheeke: | And pitied me, and kindly kissed my cheek; | R3 II.ii.24 |
| Bad me rely on him, as on my Father, | Bade me rely on him as on my father, | R3 II.ii.25 |
| And he would loue me deerely as a childe. | And he would love me dearly as a child. | R3 II.ii.26 |
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| Thinke you my Vnkle did dissemble Grandam? | Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam? | R3 II.ii.31 |
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| I cannot thinke it. Hearke, what noise is this? | I cannot think it. Hark! What noise is this? | R3 II.ii.33 |
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| Ah Aunt! you wept not for our Fathers death: | Ah, aunt, You wept not for our father's death. | R3 II.ii.62 |
| How can we ayde you with our Kindred teares? | How can we aid you with our kindred tears? | R3 II.ii.63 |
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| Chil. | CHILDREN | |
| Ah for our Father, for our deere Lord Clarence. | Ah for our father, for our dear lord Clarence! | R3 II.ii.72 |
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| Chil. | CHILDREN | |
| What stay had we but Clarence? and he's gone. | What stay had we but Clarence? And he's gone. | R3 II.ii.75 |
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| Chil. | CHILDREN | |
| Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse. | Were never orphans had so dear a loss. | R3 II.ii.78 |