8/16/2019 Finds Brotherhood in Thee No Sharper Spur

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Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?

Hath love in thy old blood no living fre?

Edward's seven sons, whereo thysel art one,

Were as seven vials o his sacred blood,

Or seven air branches springing rom one root

!ome o those seven are dried by nature's course,

!ome o those branches by the "estinies cut#

$ut %homas, my dear lord, my lie, my &loucester,

One vial ull o Edward's sacred blood,

One ourishing branch o his most royal root,

(s crac)'d, and all the precious li*uor spilt,

(s hac)'d down, and his summer leaves all aded,

$y envy's hand and murder's bloody a+e

-h, &aunt, his blood was thine. that bed, that womb,

 %hat metal, that sel/mould, that ashion'd thee

0ade him a man# and though thou livest and breathest, 1et art thou slain in him thou dost consent

(n some large measure to thy ather's death,

(n that thou seest thy wretched brother die,

Who was the model o thy ather's lie

2all it not patience, &aunt# it is despair

(n su3ering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,

 %hou showest the na)ed pathway to thy lie,

 %eaching stern murder how to butcher thee

 %hat which in mean men we intitle patience

(s pale cold cowardice in noble breastsWhat shall ( say? to saeguard thine own lie,

 %he best way is to venge my &loucester's death