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Richard III

Act 3, Scene 3

Pomfret Castle.
 
[Enter RATCLIFF, with halberds, carrying RIVERS, GRAY, and VAUGHAN to death]
 
RIVERS
           ,        ,          ,         ,           ,
      Sir Ri|chard Rat|cliff, let | me tell | thee this,
         ,            ,        ,       ,        ,
      Today | shalt thou | behold | a sub|ject die,
            ,          ,      ,         ,     ,
      For truth,| for du|ty, and | for loy|alty.
 
GRAY
            ,            ,           ,          ,        ,
      God bless | the prince | from all | the pack | of you,
          ,         ,        ,        ,      ,
5     A knot | you are,| of dam|ned blood-|suckers.
 
VAUGHAN
            ,        2       ,     ,          ,        ,
      You live,| that shall cry | woe for | this here|after.
 
RATCLIFF
           ,          ,      ,          ,         ,
      Dispatch,| the li|mit of | your lives | is out.
 
RIVERS
         ,         ,        ,          ,        x
      O Pom|fret, Pom|fret! O | thou bloo|dy prison!
       ,           ,    ,        ,       ,
      Fatal | and om|inous | to no|ble peers:
          ,          ,      ,        ,         ,
10    Within | the guil|ty clo|sure of | thy walls,
       ,             ,        ,           ,          ,
      Richard | the Se|cond here | was hacked | to death:
                  ,    ,       ,        ,        ,
      And for / more slan|der to | thy dis|mal seat,
           ,         ,          ,          ,          ,
      We give | to thee | our guilt|less blood | to drink.
 
GRAY
           ,    2       ,         ,     2  ,          ,
      Now Mar|garet's curse | is fal|len upon | our heads,
            ,          ,         ,          ,        ,
15    When she | exclaimed | on Has|tings, you,| and I,
            ,        ,         ,          ,           ,
      For stan|ding by,| when Ri|chard stabbed | her son.
 
RIVERS
              ,          ,       o
      Then cursed | she Ri|chard,
              ,           ,      ,
      Then cursed | she Buck|ingham,  (trimeter with prev)
              ,          ,          ,      ,       ,
      Then cursed | she Has|tings. Oh | remem|ber God,
           ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
20    To hear | her prayer | for them,| as now | for us:
           ,        ,        ,           ,        ,
      And for | my sis|ter, and | her prince|ly sons,
          ,      ,           ,                 ,    ,
      Be sa|tisfied,| dear* God,| with our / true blood,
        ,                 ,         ,       ,         ,
      Which, as | thou knowst,| unjust|ly must | be spilt.
 
RATCLIFF
        T    T     .    T         ,         ,    ,
      Make haste, the hour | of death | is ex|piate.
 
RIVERS
             ,           ,        ,         ,        ,
25    Come Gray,| come Vaug|han, let | us here | embrace.
            ,       ,         ,       ,          x
      Farewell,| until | we meet | again | in heaven.
 
[Exeunt]

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