| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| 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 |
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| And so will I. | And so will I. | R3 II.ii.16 |
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| 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 |
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| Chil. | CHILDREN | |
| Ah for our Father, for our deere Lord Clarence. | Ah for our father, for our dear lord Clarence! | R3 II.ii.72 |
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| 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 |
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| Chil. | CHILDREN | |
| Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse. | Were never orphans had so dear a loss. | R3 II.ii.78 |