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KING RICHARD II.
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Thou go’st to Coventry, there to behold
Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight:
O, sit my husband’s wrongs on Hereford’s spear, 45
That it may enter butcher Mowbray’s breast!
Or, if misfortune,miss the first career,
Be Mowbray’s sins so heavy in his bosom,
That they may break his foaming courser’s back,
And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
Ahmtirf recreant to my cousin Hereford !
Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometimes brother’s wife
With her companion grief must end her life.
Gaunt. Sister, farewell: I must to Coventry' :
As much good stay with thee as go with me ! ( /
Duch. Yet one word more ;—grief boundetk where it falls,
Not with the empty hollowness, but weight:
*1 take my leave before I have begun ;
For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
Commend me to my brother, Edmund York. 60
Lo, this is all.—Nay, yet depart not so ;
Though this be all, do not so quickly go ;
I shall remember more. Bid him—0, what ?—
JWith all good speed at Flashy visit me.
Alack, and what shall good' old York there see, jgg
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But empty lodgings and unfumish’d walls,
/•Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ?
And what hear there for welcome but my groans ?
Therefore commend me ; let him not come there,
To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere;
Desolate, desolate, willJ hence, and die;
The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.
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