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Richard III

Act 5, Scene 1

Salisbury. An open place.
 
[Enter the Sheriff, and BUCKINGHAM, with halberds, led to execution]
 
BUCKINGHAM
            ,      ,   ,                  ,           ,
      Will not | King Ri/chard let | me speak | with him?
 
SHERIFF
       ,              ,           ,        ,
      No my | good* lord,| therefore | be pa|tient.
 
BUCKINGHAM
      <- ,           ,     ,           ,          ,         ,
        Has||tings, and | Edward's | children,| Gray and | Rivers,
       ,           ,       ,          ,         ,      ->
      Holy | King^Hen|ry, and | thy fair | son^Ed||ward,
       ,         ,     ,           ,       ,
5     Vau|ghan, and | all that | have mis|carried
          ,      ,        ,        ,       ,       ->
      By un|derhand | corrup|ted foul | injus||tice,
       ,       2      ,      ,      ,        ,
      If | that your moo|dy dis|conten|ted souls,
       ,                  ,         ,          ,         ,
      Do through | the clouds | behold | this pre|sent hour,
      ,       ,       ,     ,            ,
      Even | for re|venge mock / my de|struction.
          2    ,     T     T    T      3  3    ,
10    This is All-|Souls' day (fel|low) is it not?
 
SHERIFF
                                                       ,
                                                   It is.
 
BUCKINGHAM
       ,          T    T     T      2    ,        ,       ->
      Why then | All-Souls' day | is my bo|dy's dooms||day.
        ,      2     ,      ,              ,          ,
      This | is the day,| which in | King^Ed|ward's time
           ,             ,        ,        ,         ,
      I wished | might fall | on me,| when I | was found
        ,              ,         ,          ,       ,
      False to | his chil|dren, and | his wife's | allies,
        ,            ,          ,        ,          ,
15    This is | the day,| wherein | I wished | to fall
        2      ,       ,         ,             ,      ,
      By the false | faith of | him whom | I most | trusted.
        ,           T    T     T      2     ,        ,
      This, this | All-Souls' day | to my fear|ful soul,
       ,          ,         ,        ,         ,
      Is the | deter|mined res|pite of | my wrongs:
             ,     T   Tx     T        ,         ,
      That high | All-Seer, which | I dal|lied with,
              ,          ,       ,       ,        ,
20    Hath turned | my feig|ned pra|yer on | my head,
            x         ,          ,         ,          ,
      And given | in ear|nest, what | I begged | in jest.
        ,              ,            ,          ,      ,
      Thus doth | he force | the swords | of wick|ed men
           ,           ,       ,     2         ,         ,
      To turn | their own | points on their | masters'| bosoms.
           ,    2       ,       ,    ,               ,
      Now Mar|garet's curse | falls hea/vy on | my neck:
            ,          ,            ,           ,           ,      2->
25    When he |(quoth^she)| shall split | thy heart | with sor||row,
         ,       ,    2    ,       ,       ,
      Remem|ber Mar|garet was | a pro|phetess.
        T    T   .  T     ,      2      ,          ,
      Come lead me^of|ficers | to the block | of shame,
        ,                ,           ,          ,         ,
      Wrong hath | but wrong,| and blame | the due | of blame.
 
[Exeunt]

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