Q. Mar. Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge,
And now I cloy me with beholding it.
[♦] Thy Edward he is dead, that stabb’d my Edward;
[♦] Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward;
65 Young York he is but boot, because both they
[♦] Match not the high perfection of my loss:
[♦] Thy Clarence he is dead that kill’d my Edward;
[♦] And the beholders of this tragic play,
[♦] The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey,
[70] Untimely smother’d in their dusky graves.