Oh would my death their mindes could satisfie.
1. Sould. Was euer son so rude his fathers bloud to spil?
2. Soul. Was euer father so vnnaturall his son to kill?
King. Was euer king thus greeud and vexed still?
50 1. Sould. Ile beare thee hence from this accursed place,
For wo is me to see my fathers face. Exit with his father.
2. Soul. Ile beare thee hence & let them fight that wil,
[♦] For I haue murdered where I should not kill. Exit with his sonne.
K Hen. Weepe wretched man, Ile lay thee teare for tear,
55 Here sits a king as woe begone as thee.