Pomfret. Before the Castle.
 Enter SIR RICHARD RATCLIFFE, with HALBERDS, carrying the nobles,
 RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, to death at Pomfret.

Ratcliffe	Come, bring forth the prisoners.

Rivers	Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell thee this:
	Today shalt thou behold a subject die
	For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

Grey	God bless the prince from all the pack of you!
	A knot you are of damnd bloodsuckers.

Vaughan	You live, that shall cry woe for this hereafter.

Ratcliffe	Dispatch! The limit of your lives is out.

Rivers	O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
	Fatal and ominous to noble peers!
	Within the guilty closure of thy walls
	Richard the Second here was hacked to death;
	And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,
	We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink.

Grey	Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads,
	When she exclaimed on Hastings, you, and I,
	For standing by when Richard stabbed her son.

Rivers	Then cursed she Richard, then cursed she Buckingham,
	Then cursed she Hastings. O remember, God,
	To hear her prayer for them, as now for us;
	And for my sister and her princely sons,
	Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
	Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt.

Ratcliffe	Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.

Rivers	Come Grey, come Vaughan, let us here embrace.
	Farewell, until we meet again in heaven.
														[Exeunt.
