Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight
May be possessèd with some store of crowns;
And I, that haply take them from him now, may yet ere night yield both my life and them
To some man else, as this dead man doth me. -
Who's this? O God! It is my father's face, whom in this conflict I, unawares, have killed.
O, heavy times, begetting such events!
From London by the king was I pressed forth;
My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
Came on the part of York, pressed by his master;
And I, who at his hands received my life,
Have by my hands of life bereavèd him.
Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!
And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!
My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
And no more words till they have flowed their fill.
By Shakespeare
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