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Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre?Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?R2 I.ii.9
Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire?Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?R2 I.ii.10
Edwards seuen sonnes (whereof thy selfe art one)Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,R2 I.ii.11
Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood,Were as seven vials of his sacred blood,R2 I.ii.12
Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote:Or seven fair branches springing from one root.R2 I.ii.13
Some of those seuen are dride by natures course,Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,R2 I.ii.14
Some of those branches by the destinies cut:Some of those branches by the destinies cut.R2 I.ii.15
But Thomas, my deere Lord, my life, my Glouster,But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,R2 I.ii.16
One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood,One vial full of Edward's sacred blood,R2 I.ii.17
One flourishing branch of his most Royall rooteOne flourishing branch of his most royal root,R2 I.ii.18
Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt;Is cracked, and all the precious liquor spilt;R2 I.ii.19
Is hackt downe, and his summer leafes all vadedIs hacked down, and his summer leaves all faded,R2 I.ii.20
By Enuies hand, and Murders bloody Axe.By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe.R2 I.ii.21
Ah Gaunt! His blood was thine, that bed, that wombe,Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! That bed, that womb,R2 I.ii.22
That mettle, that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee,That mettle, that self-mould, that fashioned theeR2 I.ii.23
Made him a man: and though thou liu'st, and breath'st,Made him a man; and though thou livest and breathestR2 I.ii.24
Yet art thou slaine in him: thou dost consentYet art thou slain in him. Thou dost consentR2 I.ii.25
In some large measure to thy Fathers death,In some large measure to thy father's deathR2 I.ii.26
In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye,In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,R2 I.ii.27
Who was the modell of thy Fathers life.Who was the model of thy father's life.R2 I.ii.28
Call it not patience (Gaunt) it is dispaire,Call it not patience, Gaunt. It is despair.R2 I.ii.29
In suffring thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughteredR2 I.ii.30
Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life,Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life,R2 I.ii.31
Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee:Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee.R2 I.ii.32
That which in meane men we intitle patienceThat which in mean men we entitle patienceR2 I.ii.33
Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests:Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.R2 I.ii.34
What shall I say, to safegard thine owne life,What shall I say? To safeguard thine own lifeR2 I.ii.35
The best way is to venge my Glousters death.The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.R2 I.ii.36
Where then (alas may I) complaint my selfe? ?Where then, alas, may I complain myself?R2 I.ii.42
Why then I will: farewell old Gaunt.Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.R2 I.ii.44
Thou go'st to Couentrie, there to beholdThou goest to Coventry, there to beholdR2 I.ii.45
Our Cosine Herford, and fell Mowbray fight:Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight.R2 I.ii.46
O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare,O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spearR2 I.ii.47
That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest:That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!R2 I.ii.48
Or if misfortune misse the first carreere,Or if misfortune miss the first career,R2 I.ii.49
Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome,Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosomR2 I.ii.50
That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe,They may break his foaming courser's backR2 I.ii.51
And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists,And throw the rider headlong in the lists,R2 I.ii.52
A Caytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford:A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford!R2 I.ii.53
Farewell old Gaunt, thy sometimes brothers wifeFarewell, old Gaunt! Thy sometimes brother's wifeR2 I.ii.54
With her companion Greefe, must end her life.With her companion, grief, must end her life.R2 I.ii.55
Yet one wotd more: Greefe boundeth where it falls,Yet one word more. Grief boundeth where it falls,R2 I.ii.58
Not with the emptie hollownes, but weight:Not with the empty hollowness, but weight.R2 I.ii.59
I take my leaue, before I haue begun,I take my leave before I have begun;R2 I.ii.60
For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.R2 I.ii.61
Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke.Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.R2 I.ii.62
Loe, this is all: nay, yet depart not so,Lo, this is all. – Nay, yet depart not so.R2 I.ii.63
Though this be all, do not so quickly go,Though this be all, do not so quickly go.R2 I.ii.64
I shall remember more. Bid him, Oh, what?I shall remember more. Bid him – ah, what? – R2 I.ii.65
With all good speed at Plashie visit mee.With all good speed at Pleshey visit me.R2 I.ii.66
Alacke, and what shall good old Yorke there seeAlack, and what shall good old York there seeR2 I.ii.67
But empty lodgings, and vnfurnish'd walles,But empty lodgings and unfurnished walls,R2 I.ii.68
Vn-peopel'd Offices, vntroden stones?Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones,R2 I.ii.69
And what heare there for welcome, but my grones?And what hear there for welcome but my groans?R2 I.ii.70
Therefore commend me, let him not come there,Therefore commend me. Let him not come thereR2 I.ii.71
To seeke out sorrow, that dwels euery where:To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere.R2 I.ii.72
Desolate, desolate will I hence, and dye,Desolate, desolate will I hence and die.R2 I.ii.73
The last leaue of thee, takes my weeping eye. The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.R2 I.ii.74