| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow. | Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow – | R3 V.iii.132 |
| I that was wash'd to death with Fulsome Wine: | I that was washed to death with fulsome wine, | R3 V.iii.133 |
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| To morrow in the battell thinke on me, | Tomorrow in the battle think on me, | R3 V.iii.135 |
| And fall thy edgelesse Sword, dispaire and dye. | And fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die! | R3 V.iii.136 |
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| To Richm. Thou off-spring of the house of Lancaster | (To Richmond) Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, | R3 V.iii.137 |
| The wronged heyres of Yorke do pray for thee, | The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; | R3 V.iii.138 |
| Good Angels guard thy battell, Liue and Flourish. | Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! | R3 V.iii.139 |