| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| In that you brooke it ill, it makes him worse, | In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse; | R3 I.iii.3 |
| Therefore for Gods sake entertaine good comfort, | Therefore for God's sake entertain good comfort | R3 I.iii.4 |
| And cheere his Grace with quicke and merry eyes | And cheer his grace with quick and merry eyes. | R3 I.iii.5 |
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| The Heauens haue blest you with a goodly Son, | The heavens have blessed you with a goodly son | R3 I.iii.9 |
| To be your Comforter, when he is gone. | To be your comforter when he is gone. | R3 I.iii.10 |
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| Here comes the Lord of Buckingham & Derby. | Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby. | R3 I.iii.17 |
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| To who in all this presence speaks your Grace? | To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? | R3 I.iii.54 |
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| God blesse the Prince from all the Pack of you, | God bless the Prince from all the pack of you! | R3 III.iii.4 |
| A Knot you are, of damned Blood-suckers. | A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. | R3 III.iii.5 |
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| Now Margarets Curse is falne vpon our Heads, | Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our heads, | R3 III.iii.14 |
| When shee exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, | When she exclaimed on Hastings, you, and I, | R3 III.iii.15 |
| For standing by, when Richard stab'd her Sonne. | For standing by when Richard stabbed her son. | R3 III.iii.16 |
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| All to Richm. | ALL | |
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| Awake, / And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bosome, | Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom | R3 V.iii.145 |
| Will conquer him. Awake, and win the day. | Will conquer him! Awake, and win the day! | R3 V.iii.146 |