Salisbury. An open Plain.
 Enter BUCKINGHAM with HALBERDS, led to execution by the SHERIFF.

Buckingham	Will not King Richard let me speak with him?

Sheriff	No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

Buckingham	Hastings, and Edward's children, Grey, and Rivers,
	Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
	Vaughan, and all that have miscarrid
	By underhand corrupted foul injustice,
	If that your moody discontented souls
	Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
	Even for revenge mock my destruction.
	This is All Souls' Day, fellow, is it not?

Sheriff	It is.

Buckingham	Why, then All Souls' Day is my body's doomsday.
	This is the day which in King Edward's time
	I wished might fall on me when I was found
	False to his children and his wife's allies.
	This is the day wherein I wished to fall
	By the false faith of him whom most I trusted.
	This, this All Souls' Day to my fearful soul
	Is the determined respite of my wrongs.
	That high All-seer which I dallied with
	Hath turned my feignd prayer on my head,
	And given in earnest what I begged in jest.
	Thus doth He force the swords of wicked men
	To turn their own points in their masters' bosoms;
	Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck:
	"When he" quoth she "shall split thy heart with sorrow,
	Remember Margaret was a prophetess."
	Come, lead me, officers, to the block of shame.
	Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
														[Exeunt.
