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Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,

And burns me up with flames, that tears would quench.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief:

Tears then, for babes; blows and revenge for me!

Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,

Or die renowned by attempting it.

Edw. His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;

His dukedom and his chair with me is left.

Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,

Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun:

For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;

Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.

War. How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?

Rich. Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount

Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance

Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,

The words would add more anguish than the wounds.

O valiant lord! the Duke of York is slain.

Edw. O Warwick! Warwick! that Plantagenet

Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemption,

Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.

War. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears,

And now, to add more measure to your woes,

I come to tell you things sith then befallen.

After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,

Where your brave father breath'd his latest gasp,

 90 chair: seat of authority

91, 92 Cf. n.

91 bird: fledgling

95 What fare: how do you fare? 