Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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Enter Buckingham to execution.
¶Rat. No my Lord, therefore be patient.
¶Holie king Henrie, and thy faire sonne Edward,
¶Vaughan, and all that haue miscarried,
¶By vnderhand corrupted, foule iniustice,
3380Doe through the cloudes, behold this present houre,
¶Euen for reuenge, mocke my destruction.
¶This is Alsoules day fellowes, is it not?
¶Rat. It is my Lord.
3385This is the day, that in king Edwards time,
¶I wisht might fall on me, when I was found,
¶This is the day, wherein I wisht to fall,
¶Is the determind respit of my wrongs:
¶That high al-seer, that I dallied with,
¶Hath turned my fained prayer on my head,
3395Thus doeth he force the swordes of wicked men,
¶Now Margarets curse, is fallen vpon my head,
¶Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the dew of blame.
