<SPEECH 1><ACT 2><SCENE 2><32%>
<DAUGHTER>	<32%>
	Why do you wring your hands, and beat your breast,
	And cry—'O Clarence, my unhappy son?'
</DAUGHTER>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 2><SCENE 2><32%>
<DAUGHTER>	<33%>
	And so will I.
</DAUGHTER>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 2><SCENE 2><34%>
<DAUGHTER>	<34%>
	Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd;
	Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept.
</DAUGHTER>

