Page 832 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

My father, being the Earl of Warwick’s man, [65]
Came on the part of York, pressed by his master;
And I, who at his hands received my life,
Have, by my hands, of life bereavèd him.
Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did -
And pardon, father, for I knew not thee. [70]
My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
And no more words till they have flowed their fill.

KING HENRY

O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity. [75]
Weep, wretched man: I’ll aid thee, tear for tear,
And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
Be blind with tears and break o’ercharged with grief.

Enter [a] Father [that hath killed his son, at another door] bearing of
[the body].

FAT HER

Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,
Give me thy gold - if thou hast any gold - [80]
For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
But let me see: is this our foeman’s face?
Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!
Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
Throw up thine eye! See, see, what showers arise, [85]
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart
Upon thy wounds, that kills mine eye and heart!
O pity, God, this miserable age!
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural, [90]
This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!

KING HENRY

Woe above woe! Grief more than common grief!
O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! [95]
O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!