This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight, | 2.5.56
        May be possessed with some store of crowns; | 2.5.57
        And I, that haply take them from him now, | 2.5.58
        May yet ere night yield both my life and them | 2.5.59
        To some man else, as this dead man doth me. | 2.5.60
        Who's this? O God! it is my father's face, | 2.5.61
        Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd. | 2.5.62
        O heavy times, begetting such events! | 2.5.63
        From London by the king was I press'd forth; | 2.5.64
        My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man, | 2.5.65
        Came on the part of York, press'd by his master; | 2.5.66
        And I, who at his hands received my life, him | 2.5.67
        Have by my hands of life bereaved him. | 2.5.68
        Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did! | 2.5.69
        And pardon, father, for I knew not thee! | 2.5.70
        My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks; | 2.5.71
        And no more words till they have flow'd their fill. | 2.5.72
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