Salisbury. An open Place. |
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Enter the Sheriff and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, led to execution. |
Buck. Will not King Richard let me speak with him? |
Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. |
Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children, Grey and Rivers, |
Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, |
Vaughan, and all that have miscarried |
By underhand corrupted foul injustice, |
If that your moody discontented souls |
Do through the clouds behold this present hour, |
Even for revenge mock my destruction! |
This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not? |
Sher. It is, my lord. |
Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. |
This is the day that, in King Edward's time, |
I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found |
False to his children or his wife's allies; |
This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall |
By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; |
This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul |
Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs. |
That high All-Seer which I dallied with |
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head, |
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. |
Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men |
To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: |
Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck: |
'When he,' quoth she, 'shall split thy heart with sorrow, |
Remember Margaret was a prophetess.' |
Come, lead me, officers, to the block of shame: |
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. [Exeunt. |
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