| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Stay yet another day, thou trustie Welchman, | Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman. | R2 II.iv.5 |
| The King reposeth all his confidence in thee. | The King reposeth all his confidence in thee. | R2 II.iv.6 |
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| Ah Richard, with eyes of heauie mind, | Ah, Richard! With the eyes of heavy mind | R2 II.iv.18 |
| I see thy Glory, like a shooting Starre, | I see thy glory like a shooting star | R2 II.iv.19 |
| Fall to the base Earth, from the Firmament: | Fall to the base earth from the firmament. | R2 II.iv.20 |
| Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West, | Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, | R2 II.iv.21 |
| Witnessing Stormes to come, Woe, and Vnrest: | Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest. | R2 II.iv.22 |
| Thy Friends are fled, to wait vpon thy Foes, | Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes, | R2 II.iv.23 |
| And crossely to thy good, all fortune goes. | And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. | R2 II.iv.24 |
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| Nor neere, nor farther off, my gracious Lord, | Nor nea'er nor farther off, my gracious lord, | R2 III.ii.64 |
| Then this weake arme; discomfort guides my tongue, | Than this weak arm. Discomfort guides my tongue | R2 III.ii.65 |
| And bids me speake of nothing but despaire: | And bids me speak of nothing but despair. | R2 III.ii.66 |
| One day too late, I feare (my Noble Lord) | One day too late, I fear me, noble lord, | R2 III.ii.67 |
| Hath clouded all thy happie dayes on Earth: | Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth. | R2 III.ii.68 |
| Oh call backe Yesterday, bid Time returne, | O, call back yesterday – bid time return, | R2 III.ii.69 |
| And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men: | And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men. | R2 III.ii.70 |
| To day, to day, vnhappie day too late | Today, today, unhappy day too late, | R2 III.ii.71 |
| Orethrowes thy Ioyes, Friends, Fortune, and thy State; | O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state; | R2 III.ii.72 |
| For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead, | For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, | R2 III.ii.73 |
| Are gone to Bullingbrooke, disperst, and fled. | Are gone to Bolingbroke – dispersed and fled. | R2 III.ii.74 |