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Are crack’d in pieces by malignant death;
And I, for comfort, have but one false glass,
That grieves me when I see my shame in him.
Thou art a widow - yet thou art a mother, [55]
And hast the comfort of thy children left;
But death hath snatch’d my husband from mine arms
And pluck’d two crutches from my feeble hands:
Clarence and Edward. O, what cause have I,
Thine being but a moiety of my moan, [60]
To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries.
BOY
Ah, Aunt, you wept not for our father’s death:
How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
GIRL
Our fatherless distress was left unmoan’d:
Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept [65]
ELISABET H
Give me no help in lamentation:
I am not barren to bring forth complaints:
All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
That I, being govern’d the watery moon,
May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world. [70]
Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward!
CHILDREN
Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!
DUCHESS
Alas for both, both mine Edward and Clarence!
ELIZABET H
What stay had I but Edward, and he’s gone.
CHILDREN
What stay had we but Clarence, and he’s gone. [75]
DUCHESS
