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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Henry VI

56

My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.

2

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Earl of Warwick

96

And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
That we are those which chased you from the field
And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
March'd through the city to the palace gates.

3

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 1]

Lord Clifford

166

King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:
May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!

4

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 3]

Lord Clifford

379

Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
As for the brat of this accursed duke,
Whose father slew my father, he shall die.

5

Henry VI, Part III
[I, 3]

Lord Clifford

425

No cause!
Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.

6

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 2]

Lord Clifford

958

I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?

7

Henry VI, Part III
[II, 4]

Lord Clifford

1091

Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:
This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
And here's the heart that triumphs in their death
And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother
To execute the like upon thyself;
And so, have at thee!

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Henry VI, Part III
[II, 5]

Son

1159

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,
May be possessed with some store of crowns;
And I, that haply take them from him now,
May yet ere night yield both my life and them
To some man else, as this dead man doth me.
Who's this? O God! it is my father's face,
Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
O heavy times, begetting such events!
From London by the king was I press'd forth;
My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
And I, who at his hands received my life, him
Have by my hands of life bereaved him.
Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!
And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!
My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.