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RIVERS

A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.

RICHARD

So do I ever - (Speaks to himself) being well advis’d;
For had I curs’d now, I had curs’d myself.

Enter Catesby.

CAT ESBY

Madam, his Majesty doth call for you, [320]
And for your Grace, and you my gracious lords.

ELIZABET H

Catesby, I come. Lords, will you go with me?

RIVERS

We wait upon your Grace.

Exeunt all but Richard.

RICHARD

I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl:
The secret mischiefs that I set abroach [325]
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence, whom I, indeed, have cast in darkness,
I do beweep to many simple gulls,
Namely to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham;
And tell them ’tis the Queen and her allies [330]
That stir the King against the Duke my brother.
Now they believe it, and withal whet me
To be reveng’d on Rivers, Dorset, Grey.
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: [335]
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends stol’n forth of Holy Writ,
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Enter two Murderers.