Simple, plain Clarence, I do love thee so
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
If heaven will take the present at our hands. (1.1.11)
Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick,
Ay, and forswore himself-which Jesu pardon!-
[ . . .] To fight on Edward's party for the crown;
And for his meed, poor lord, he is mewed up.
I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's,
Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine.
I am too childish-foolish for this world. (1.3.11)
Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
To take is not to give. [Puts on the ring] (1.2.55)