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SCENE III. Pomfret Castle.
Enter SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF, with halberds, carrying RIVERS,
GREY, and VAUGHAN to death.
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Rat.
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.
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Grey.
God keep the prince from all the pack of you!
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.
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Vaug.
You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.
Rat.
Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.
Riv.
O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
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Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
Within the guilty closure of thy walls
Richard the second here was hack’d to death;
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And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
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We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
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Grey.
Now Margaret’s curse is fall’n upon our heads,
For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son.
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Riv.
Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham,
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Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God,
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To hear her prayers for them, as now for us!
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And for my sister and her princely sons,
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Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
Which, as thou know’st, unjustly must be spilt.
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Rat.
Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.
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Riv.
Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace:
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And take our leave, until we meet in heaven.
[Exeunt.