Reading The Tragedy of Richard the Third — William Shakespeare

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Dut.

Accursed, and vnquiet wrangling dayes,

How many of you haue mine eyes beheld?

My Husband lost his life, to get the Crowne,

And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost

For me to ioy, and weepe, their gaine and losse.

And being seated, and Domesticke broyles

Cleane ouer‑blowne, themselues the Conquerors,

Make warre vpon themselues, Brother to Brother;

Blood to blood, selfe against selfe: O prepostorous

And franticke outrage, end thy damned spleene,

Or let me dye, to looke on earth no more.

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