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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
So looks the pent-vp Lyon o're the Wretch,So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch3H6 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
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
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
I neuer did thee harme: why wilt thou slay me?I never did thee harm; why wilt thou slay me?3H6 I.iii.38
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
Dij faciant laudis summa sit ista tua.Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae.3H6 I.iii.48