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  • ACT III SCENE III

    
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     Act II  Scene III 
     Act II  Scene IV 
     Act III Scene I
     Act III Scene II
     Act III Scene III
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     Act III Scene V
     
    
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     Act IV  Scene I 
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     Act IV  Scene III
     Act IV  Scene IV
     Act IV  Scene V
     Act V   Scene I 
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     Act V   Scene III 
     Act V   Scene IV 
     Act V   Scene V
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     Act III 

    
    ACT III: SCENE III	Pomfret Castle.

    
    	Enter RATCLIFF, with halberds, carrying RIVERS,
    	GREY, and VAUGHAN to death
    
    RATCLIFF	Come, bring forth the prisoners.
    
    RIVERS	Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this:
    	To-day shalt thou behold a subject die
    	For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
    
    GREY	God keep the prince from all the pack of you!
    	A knot you are of damned blood-suckers!
    
    VAUGHAN	You live that shall cry woe for this after.
    
    RATCLIFF	Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.
    
    RIVERS	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,
    	We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
    
    GREY	Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads,
    	For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
    
    RIVERS	Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham,
    	Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God
    	To hear her prayers for them, as now for us
    	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.
    
    RATCLIFF	Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.
    
    RIVERS	Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace:
    	And take our leave, until we meet in heaven.
    
    	Exeunt
    
    
    

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