Rat. ^note
Come, bring forth the prisoners.

Riv.
Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this:

To-day shalt thou behold a subject die
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

Grey.
God keep ^note the prince from all the pack of you!
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.

Vaug.
You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.

Rat.
Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out ^note.

Riv.
O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
Fatal and ominous ^note to noble peers!
Within the guilty closure of thy walls
Richard the second here was hack'd to death;
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat ^note,
We give thee up our guiltless blood ^note to drink. ^note

Grey.
Now Margaret's curse is ^note fall'n upon our heads,
For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.

Riv.
Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham ^note, ^note
Then cursed ^note she Richard ^note. O, remember, God,
To hear her prayers ^note for them, as now for us!
And ^note for my sister and her princely sons ^note,
Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood ^note,
Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt.

Rat.
Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. ^note

Riv.
Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all ^note embrace:
And take our leave, until we meet ^note in heaven. [Exeunt. ^note

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