33682998These letters will resolue him of my minde.

33692999Farewell. Exeunt.

33733001Buck. Will not king Richard let me speake with him.

33743002Rat. No my Lord, therefore be patient.

33753003Buck. Hastings, and Edwards children, Riuers, Gray,

33763004Holie king Henrie, and thy faire sonne Edward,

33773005Vaughan, and all that haue miscarried,

33783006By vnderhand corrupted, foule iniustice,

33793007If that your moodie discontented soules,

33803008Doe through the cloudes, behold this present houre,

33813009Euen for reuenge, mocke my destruction.

33823010This is Alsoules day fellowes, is it not?

33833011Rat. It is my Lord.

33843012Buck. Whie then Alsoules day, is my bodies domesday:

33853013This is the day, that in king Edwards time,

33863014I wisht might fall on me, when I was found,

33873015False to his children, or his wiues allies:

33883016This is the day, wherein I wisht to fall,

33893017By the false faith, of him I trusted most:

33903018This, this Alsoules day, to my fearefull soule,

33913019Is the determind respit of my wrongs:

33923020That high al-seer, that I dallied with,

33933021Hath turned my fained prayer on my head,

33943022And giuen in earnest what I begd in iest.

33953023Thus doeth he force the swordes of wicked men,

33963024To turne their owne pointes, on their Maisters bosome:

33973025Now Margarets curse, is fallen vpon my head,

33983026When he quorh she, shall split thy hart with sorrow.

33993027Remember, Margaret was a Prophetesse,

34003028Come sirs, conuey me to the blocke of shame,

34013029Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the dew of blame.

34063031Rich. Fellowes in armes, and my most louing friendes,

34073032Bruisd vnderneath the yoake of tyrannie,

34083033Thus farre into the bowels of the land,

34093034Haue we marcht on without impediment,

34103035And here receiue we, from our Father Stanlie,