| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Ah, whither shall I flye, to scape their hands? | Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands? | 3H6 I.iii.1 |
| Ah Tutor, looke where bloody Clifford comes. | Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes! | 3H6 I.iii.2 |
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| So looks the pent-vp Lyon o're the Wretch, | So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch | 3H6 I.iii.12 |
| That trembles vnder his deuouring Pawes: | That trembles under his devouring paws; | 3H6 I.iii.13 |
| And so he walkes, insulting o're his Prey, | And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey, | 3H6 I.iii.14 |
| And so he comes, to rend his Limbes asunder. | And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder. | 3H6 I.iii.15 |
| Ah gentle Clifford, kill me with thy Sword, | Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, | 3H6 I.iii.16 |
| And not with such a cruell threatning Looke. | And not with such a cruel threatening look! | 3H6 I.iii.17 |
| Sweet Clifford heare me speake, before I dye: | Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die. | 3H6 I.iii.18 |
| I am too meane a subiect for thy Wrath, | I am too mean a subject for thy wrath; | 3H6 I.iii.19 |
| Be thou reueng'd on men, and let me liue. | Be thou revenged on men, and let me live. | 3H6 I.iii.20 |
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| Then let my Fathers blood open it againe, | Then let my father's blood open it again; | 3H6 I.iii.23 |
| He is a man, and Clifford cope with him. | He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him. | 3H6 I.iii.24 |
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| Oh let me pray, before I take my death: | O, let me pray before I take my death! | 3H6 I.iii.35 |
| To thee I pray; sweet Clifford pitty me. | To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me! | 3H6 I.iii.36 |
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| I neuer did thee harme: why wilt thou slay me? | I never did thee harm; why wilt thou slay me? | 3H6 I.iii.38 |
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| But 'twas ere I was borne. | But 'twas ere I was born. | 3H6 I.iii.39.2 |
| Thou hast one Sonne, for his sake pitty me, | Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me, | 3H6 I.iii.40 |
| Least in reuenge thereof, sith God is iust, | Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just, | 3H6 I.iii.41 |
| He be as miserably slaine as I. | He be as miserably slain as I. | 3H6 I.iii.42 |
| Ah, let me liue in Prison all my dayes, | Ah, let me live in prison all my days; | 3H6 I.iii.43 |
| And when I giue occasion of offence, | And when I give occasion of offence, | 3H6 I.iii.44 |
| Then let me dye, for now thou hast no cause. | Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause. | 3H6 I.iii.45 |
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| Dij faciant laudis summa sit ista tua. | Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae. | 3H6 I.iii.48 |