Riv.
Sir Richard Ratcliff,14Q0880 let me tell thee this,—
To-day shalt thou behold a subject die,
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

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

Vau.
You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter. ^note

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,
Richard the second here was hack'd to death:
And, for more slander to thy dismal seat ^note,
We give thee up our ^note guiltless blood to drink.

Gre.
Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads,
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, ^note
For standing by when Richard stab'd her son.

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

Rat.
Make haste, the hour of death is now expir'd. ^note

Riv.
Come, Grey,—come, Vaughan,—let us here embrace ^note;
Farewel, until we meet again in ^note heaven. [Exeunt.

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