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Why do weepe so oft? And beate your Brest?Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast,R3 II.ii.3
And cry, O Clarence, my vnhappy Sonne.And cry ‘ O Clarence, my unhappy son ’?R3 II.ii.4
And so will I.And so will I.R3 II.ii.16
Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoan'd,Our fatherless distress was left unmoaned:R3 II.ii.64
Your widdow-dolour, likewise be vnwept.Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept!R3 II.ii.65
Chil. CHILDREN
Ah for our Father, for our deere Lord Clarence.Ah for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!R3 II.ii.72
Chil. CHILDREN
What stay had we but Clarence? and he's gone.What stay had we but Clarence? And he's gone.R3 II.ii.75
Chil. CHILDREN
Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse.Were never orphans had so dear a loss.R3 II.ii.78
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