England hath long been mad, and scarr’d herself;
The brother blindly shed the brother’s blood,
[25] The father rashly slaughter’d his own son,
[♦] The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire:
[♦] All this divided York and Lancaster,
[♦] Divided in their dire division,
O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
30 The true succeeders of each royal house,
By God’s fair ordinance conjoin together!
[♦] And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so,