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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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Richard III
[II, 2]

Queen Elizabeth

1311

To make an act of tragic violence:
Edward, my lord, your son, our king, is dead.
Why grow the branches now the root is wither'd?
Why wither not the leaves the sap being gone?
If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's;
Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.