Will not King Richard let me speak with him?

No, my lord, therefore be patient.

Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey,

5.1.533763004Holy King Henry and thy fair son Edward,

5.1.633773005Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

5.1.733783006By underhand, corrupted, foul injustice,

5.1.833793007If that your moody, discontented souls

5.1.933803008Do through the clouds behold this present hour,

5.1.1033813009Even for revenge, mock my destruction.

5.1.1133823010This is All Souls' Day, fellows, is it not?

It is, my lord.

Why then, All Souls' Day is my body's doomsday:

5.1.1433853013This is the day that, in King Edward's time,

5.1.1533863014I wished might fall on me when I was found

5.1.1633873015False to his children or his wife's allies;

5.1.1733883016This is the day wherein I wished to fall

5.1.1833893017By the false faith of him I trusted most.

5.1.1933903018This, this All Souls' Day, to my fearful soul

5.1.2033913019Is the determined respite of my wrongs;

5.1.2133923020That high All-Seer that I dallied with

5.1.2233933021Hath turned my feignèd prayer on my head

5.1.2333943022And given in earnest what I begged in jest.

5.1.2433953023Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men

5.1.2533963024To turn their own points on their masters' bosom.

5.1.2633973025Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon my head:

5.1.2733983026"When he," quoth she, "shall split thy heart with sorrow,

5.1.2833993027Remember Margaret was a Prophetess."

5.1.2934003028Come sirs, convey me to the block of shame,

5.1.3034013029Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.