Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rat. Dispatch, the limit of your Liues is out.
Riuers. Riuers.
Riuers. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody Prison!
Riuers. Fatall and ominous to Noble Peeres:
Riuers. Within the guiltie Closure of thy Walls,
Riuers. Richard the Second here was hackt to death:
Riuers. And for more slander to thy dismall Seat,
Riuers. Wee giue to thee our guiltlesse blood to drinke.
Grey. Grey.
Grey. Now Margarets Curse is falne vpon our Heads,
Grey. When shee exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
Grey. For standing by, when Richard stab'd her Sonne.
Riuers. Then curs'd shee Richard,
Riuers. Then curs'd shee Buckingham,
Riuers. Then curs'd shee Hastings. Oh remember God,
Riuers. To heare her prayer for them, as now for vs:
Riuers. And for my Sister, and her Princely Sonnes,
Riuers. Be satisfy'd, deare God, with our true blood,
Riuers. Which, as thou know'st, vniustly must be spilt.