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Enter Sir Richard RATCLIFFE, with halberds, carrying RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to death at Pomfret.
RATCLIFFE, enters with armed guards. He leads RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, to death at Pomfret.



RIVERS
Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell thee this:
Today shalt thou behold a subject die
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
RIVERS
Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell you this. Today you will witness a person die for truth, duty, and loyality.


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GREY
(to RATCLIFFE)
God bless the prince from all the pack of you!
A knot you are of damnèd bloodsuckers.
GREY
(to RATCLIFFE) God protect the prince from all of you. You’re a group of damned bloodsuckers!

VAUGHAN
(to RATCLIFFE) You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.
VAUGHAN
(to RATCLIFFE) You’ll live to regret this.

RATCLIFFE
Dispatch. The limit of your lives is out.
RATCLIFFE
Hurry up. Your lives are over.


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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 thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
RIVERS
Oh, Pomfret, Pomfret! Oh, you bloody prison, fatal and threatening to noble lords! Within these guilty walls, Richard II was hacked to death. And now, to add more blood to its name, we’re losing our innocent lives here.

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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.
GREY
Now Margaret’s curse has fallen on our heads, for standing by and doing nothing when Richard stabbed her son.



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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.
RIVERS
She cursed Richard then. She cursed Buckingham then. She cursed Hastings then. Oh God, remember to hear her prayer for them, just as for us! But don’t kill my sister and her royal sons, be satisfied, dear God, with our blood, which is being spilled unjustly, as you know.

Richard III (No Fear Shakespeare)