Pomfret. Before the Castle. | |
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Enter RATCLIFF, with halberds, carrying RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to death. | |
| Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this: | |
| To-day shalt thou behold a subject die | 4 |
| For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. | |
| Grey. God bless the prince from all the pack of you! | |
| A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. | |
| Vaugh. You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. | 8 |
| Rat. Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out. | |
| Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison! | |
| Fatal and ominous to noble peers! | |
| Within the guilty closure of thy walls | 12 |
| Richard the Second here was hack’d to death; | |
| And, for more slander to thy dismal seat, | |
| We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. | |
| Grey. Now Margaret’s curse is fall’n upon our heads, | 16 |
| When she exclaim’d on Hastings, you, and I, | |
| For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son. | |
| Riv. Then curs’d she Richard, then curs’d she Buckingham, | |
| Then curs’d she Hastings: O! remember. God, | 20 |
| To hear her prayer for them, as now for us; | |
| And for my sister and her princely sons, | |
| Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, | |
| Which, as thou know’st, unjustly must be spilt. | 24 |
| Rat. Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. | |
| Riv. Come, Grey, come, Vaughan; let us here embrace: | |
| And take our leave until we meet in heaven. [Exeunt. | |
