Original text | Modern text | Key line |
Ill blowes the winde that profits no body, | Ill blows the wind that profits nobody. | 3H6 II.v.55 |
This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight, | This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight | 3H6 II.v.56 |
May be possessed with some store of Crownes, | May be possessed with some store of crowns; | 3H6 II.v.57 |
And I that (haply) take them from him now, | And I, that haply take them from him now, | 3H6 II.v.58 |
May yet (ere night) yeeld both my Life and them | May yet ere night yield both my life and them | 3H6 II.v.59 |
To some man else, as this dead man doth me. | To some man else, as this dead man doth me. – | 3H6 II.v.60 |
Who's this? Oh God! It is my Fathers face, | Who's this? O God! It is my father's face, | 3H6 II.v.61 |
Whom in this Conflict, I (vnwares) haue kill'd: | Whom in this conflict I, unwares, have killed. | 3H6 II.v.62 |
Oh heauy times! begetting such Euents. | O, heavy times, begetting such events! | 3H6 II.v.63 |
From London, by the King was I prest forth, | From London by the King was I pressed forth; | 3H6 II.v.64 |
My Father being the Earle of Warwickes man, | My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man, | 3H6 II.v.65 |
Came on the part of Yorke, prest by his Master: | Came on the part of York, pressed by his master; | 3H6 II.v.66 |
And I, who at his hands receiu'd my life, | And I, who at his hands received my life, | 3H6 II.v.67 |
Haue by my hands, of Life bereaued him. | Have by my hands of life bereaved him. | 3H6 II.v.68 |
Pardon me God, I knew not what I did: | Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did! | 3H6 II.v.69 |
And pardon Father, for I knew not thee. | And pardon, father, for I knew not thee! | 3H6 II.v.70 |
My Teares shall wipe away these bloody markes: | My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks; | 3H6 II.v.71 |
And no more words, till they haue flow'd their fill. | And no more words till they have flowed their fill. | 3H6 II.v.72 |
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How will my Mother, for a Fathers death | How will my mother for a father's death | 3H6 II.v.103 |
Take on with me, and ne're be satisfi'd? | Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied! | 3H6 II.v.104 |
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Was euer sonne, so rew'd a Fathers death? | Was ever son so rued a father's death? | 3H6 II.v.109 |
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Ile beare thee hence, where I may weepe my fill. | I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill. | 3H6 II.v.113 |