<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 3><11%>
<GREY>	<12%>
	In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse:
	Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
	And cheer his Grace with quick and merry words.
</GREY>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 3><11%>
<GREY>	<12%>
	No other harm but loss of such a lord.
</GREY>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 1><SCENE 3><11%>
<GREY>	<12%>
	The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son,
	To be your comforter when he is gone.
</GREY>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 1><SCENE 3><12%>
<GREY>	<12%>
	Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Stanley.
</GREY>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 1><SCENE 3><13%>
<GREY>	<13%>
	To whom in all this presence speaks your Grace?
</GREY>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 3><SCENE 3><49%>
<GREY>	<49%>
	God bless the prince from all the pack of you!
	A knot you are of damned blood suckers.
</GREY>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 3><SCENE 3><49%>
<GREY>	<50%>
	Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads,
	When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
	For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
</GREY>

