Take on with me and ne’er be satisfied!
105 Fath. How will my wife for slaughter of my son
Shed seas of tears and ne’er be satisfied!
K. Hen. How will the country for these woful chances
Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
Son. Was ever son so rued a father’s death?
[110] Fath. Was ever father so bemoan’d his son?
K. Hen. Was ever king so grieved for subjects’ woe?
Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
[♦] Son. I’ll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill. [Exit with the body.