GHOST OF CLARENCE
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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
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
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
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