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Salisbury. An open place.

Enter the Sheriff, and Buckingham, with halberds, led to execution.

Buckingham

Will not King Richard let me speak with him?

Sheriff

No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

Buckingham

Hastings, and Edward’s children, Rivers, Grey,

Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward,

Vaughan, and all that have miscarried

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, fellows, is it not?

Sheriff

It is, my lord.

Buckingham

Why, then All-Souls’ day is my body’s doomsday.

This is the day that, in King Edward’s time,

I wish’d might fall on me, when I was found

False to his children or his wife’s allies;

This is the day wherein I wish’d to fall

By the false faith of him I trusted most;

This, this All-Souls’ day to my fearful soul

Is the determined respite of my wrongs:

That high All-Seer that I dallied with

Hath turn’d my feigned prayer on my head

And given in earnest what I begg’d in jest.

Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men

To turn their own points on their masters’ bosoms:

Now Margaret’s curse is fallen upon my head;

“When he,” quoth she, “shall split thy heart with sorrow,

Remember Margaret was a prophetess.”

Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. Exeunt.