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RIVERS

Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell thee this:
Today shalt thou behold a subject die
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

GREY

God bless the Prince from all the pack of you! [5]
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.

VAUGHAN

You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter.

RAT CLIFFE

Dispatch: the limit of your lives is out.

RIVERS

O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
Fatal and ominous to noble peers! [10]
Within the guilty closure of thy walls
Richard the Second here was hack’d to death;
And for more slander to thy dismal seat,
We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink.

GREY

Now Margaret’s curse is fall’n upon our heads, [15]
When she exclaim’d on Hastings, you, and I,
For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son.

RIVERS

Then curs’d she Richard, then curs’d she Buckingham,
Then curs’d she Hastings. O remember, God,
To hear her prayer for them, as now for us; [20]
And for my sister and her princely sons,
Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
Which - as thou know’st - unjustly must be spilt.

RAT CLIFFE

Make haste: the hour of death is expiate.

RIVERS