Enter RATCLIFF, with halberds, carrying RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to death RATCLIFF Come, bring forth the prisoners. RIVERS Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this:

To-day shalt thou behold a subject die For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. GREY God keep the prince from all the pack of you!

A knot you are of damned blood-suckers! VAUGHAN You live that shall cry woe for this after. RATCLIFF 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 hack'd to death;

And, for more slander to thy dismal seat, We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink. GREY Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads, For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son. RIVERS Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham, Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God To hear her prayers 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. RATCLIFF Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. RIVERS Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace:

And take our leave, until we meet in heaven.