The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE I. _Salisbury. An open place_.
_Enter the_ Sheriff, _and_ BUCKINGHAM, _with halberds, led to execution_. _Buck._ Will not King Richard let me speak with him? [fea001] _Sher._ No, my good lord; therefore be patient. [fea002] _Buck._ Hastings, and Edward’s children, Rivers, Grey, [fea003] Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Vaughan, and all that have miscarried ·fea005· 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? [fea010] _Sher._ It is, my lord. [fea011] _Buck._ Why, then All-Souls’ day is my body’s doomsday. [fea012] This is the day that in King Edward’s time [fea013] I wish’d might fall on me when I was found [fea014] False to his children or his wife’s allies; [fea015] This is the day wherein I wish’d to fall By the false faith of him I trusted most; [fea017] This, this All-Souls’ day to my fearful soul [fea018] Is the determined respite of my wrongs: [fea019] That high All-seer that I dallied with [fea020] 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 [fea023] To turn their own points on their masters’ bosoms: [fea024] Now Margaret’s curse is fallen upon my head; [fea025] ‘When he,’ quoth she, ‘shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess.’ Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; [fea028] Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. [fea029] [_Exeunt._
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