King Henry VI, Pt. II

by devinking

King Henry

And as the butcher takes away the calf,

And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strains

Bearing it to the bloody slaughterhouse,

Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;

And as the dam runs lowing up and down,

Looking the way her harmless one went,

And can do nought but wail her darling’s loss;

Even so myself bewails good Gloucester’s case

With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimmed eyes

Look after him, and cannot do him good,

So mighty are his vowèd enemies.