1934.11750Ratl. Come bring foorth the prisoners.

19351751Ryu. Sir Richard Ratliffe let me tell thee this:

19361752To day shalt thou behold a subiect die,

19371753For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

19381754Gray. God keepe the Prince from all the packe of you:

19391755A knot you are of damned bloudsuckers.

19431756Ryu. O Pomfret Pomfret, Oh thou bloudy prison,

19441757Fatall and ominous to noble peeres.

19451758Within the guilty closure of thy wals

19461759Richatd the second here was hackt to death:

19471760And for more slaunder to thy dismall soule,

19481761We giue thee vp our guiltlesse blouds to drinke.

19491762Gray. Now Margarets curse is falne vpon our heads:

19511763For standing by, when Richard stabd her sonne.

19521764Riu. Then curst she Hastings, then curst she Bucking-(ham:

1765Then curst she Richard. Oh remember God,

19551766To heare her praiers for them as now for vs,

19561767And for my sister, and her princely sonne:

19571768Be satisfied deare God with our true blouds,

19581769Which as thou knowest vniustly must be spilt.

19591770Rat. Come come dispatch, the limit of your linea is out.

19601771Ryu. Come Gray, come Vaughan, let vs all imbrace

19611772And take our leaue vntill we meete in heauen. Exeunt.