| ACT V SCENE I | 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, | 5 |
| | 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! | 10 |
| | 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't might fall on me, when I was found | 15 |
| | 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: | 20 |
| | 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: | 25 |
| | 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. | 30 |
| | Exeunt | |
