The Online Library of Liberty

A project of Liberty Fund, Inc.

• The Tragedy of King Richard the Third: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. a Street.
• Scene II.—: London. Another Street.
• Scene III.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. the Tower.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Beforelord Hastings’ House.
• Scene III.—: Pomfret. Before the Castle.
• Scene IV.—: London. the Tower.
• Scene V.—: London. the Tower Walls.
• Scene VI.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene VII.—: The Same. the Court of Baynard’s Castle.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: London. Before the Tower.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room of State In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: The Same.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Before the Palace.
• Scene V.—: The Same. a Room Inlord Stanley’shouse.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Salisbury. an Open Place.
• Scene II.—: A Plain Near Tamworth.
• Scene III.—: Bosworth Field.
• Scene IV.—: Another Part of the Field.

Scene III.—

Pomfret. Before the Castle.

EnterRatcliff,with halberds, carryingRivers, Grey,andVaughanto death.

Riv.

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 bless the prince from all the pack of you!

A knot you are of damned blood suckers.

Vaugh.

You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.

Rat.

Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.

Riv.

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 guitless blood to drink.

Grey.

Now Margaret’s curse is fall’n upon our heads,

When she exclaim’d on Hastings, you, and I,

For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son.

Riv.

Then curs’d she Richard, then curs’d she Buckingham,

Then curs’d 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.

Rat.

Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.

Riv.

Come, Grey, come, Vaughan; let us here embrace:

And take our leave until we meet in heaven.

[Exeunt.