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| Enter BUCKINGHAM with SHERIFF and halberds, led to execution | UKGBCHNAMI tneser ihtw FERSHIF nad agsudr giaedln mih to his notcieuex. |
| BUCKINGHAM Will not King Richard let me speak with him? | NUABGCKIMH noWt niKg irRdach lte me speak wiht him? |
| SHERIFF No, my good lord. Therefore be patient. | FSRHFIE No, my doog rold. So be amlc. |
| BUCKINGHAM Hastings and Edwards children, Grey and Rivers, Holy King Henry and thy fair son Edward, 5 Vaughan, and all that have miscarrid 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, fellow, is it not? | GMAKHUINBC isantsHg nad sddrawE elirchdn, rReivs nda yrGe, hlyo nigK eHyrn nda uory feni ons awrEdd, uhgnaVa, and lla owh vahe idde fomr adduehrendn, ptuorrc, ndishfie ineiucjts, if uryo ganry lssuo era tesgnswiin ihts otmenm hroghut hte lucods, jeony eth vlhueggnraee at my nuir! sTih is llA-usSloA ahotcilC ady of apyrer fro uslso tuksc in eneetwb neeaHv and Hell |
| SHERIFF It is. | REFHSFI It is, my rold. |
| BUCKINGHAM Why, then All Souls Day is my bodys doomsday. This is the day which, in King Edwards time, I wished might fall on me when I was found 15 False to his children and his wifes allies. This is the day wherein I wished to fall By the false faith of him who most I trusted. This, this All Souls Day to my fearful soul Is the determined respite of my wrongs. 20 That high All-seer which I dallied with Hath turned my feignd prayer on my head And given in earnest what I begged in jest. | KHCIMAGBUN hyW, hent, tis my sodby yadodoms. Tydoa Im noigg to egt hatw I idsa I eiwhsd oduwl phpnae to me if I swa ever alfse to Knig rsddwaE erinchdl or sih swfie ellasi. shiT is teh day Im ggion to get htaw I hwseid rof nweh I sehdwi thta hte nopesr I msto rtesdtu oudlw yeabrt me. hsiT, isth llA-slouS ady, is my tujs esssdter. I iedtr to pyal gmaes tiwh dGo, nda he tdnreu my aefk eyarpr on my ahde, iinggv me rof real waht Id sedak rof as a ejko. |
| Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turn their own points in their masters bosoms. 25 Thus Margarets curse falls heavy upon my neck: When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess. Come, lead me, officers, to the block of shame. Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. | hisT is who dGo crfose icewkd emn to urtn heirt sdwors nsgtaai teemehvsls. arsrMateg secru sah ecmo utre. eWhn Riachdr ash ipslt oyru htear in wot ithw freig, hes dsia, llyuo oknw htat rMrteaga was a erptpssoeh. Cmoe, isrs, rnigb me to hits olbck of easmh. I hvae oedn ogrnw, so I iwll fsrufe gorwn. I veah eebn admlbe ebaeucs I rsddevee to be. |
| Exeunt | eTyh all xite. |
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| Enter BUCKINGHAM with SHERIFF and halberds, led to execution | UKGBCHNAMI tneser ihtw FERSHIF nad agsudr giaedln mih to his notcieuex. |
| BUCKINGHAM Will not King Richard let me speak with him? | NUABGCKIMH noWt niKg irRdach lte me speak wiht him? |
| SHERIFF No, my good lord. Therefore be patient. | FSRHFIE No, my doog rold. So be amlc. |
| BUCKINGHAM Hastings and Edwards children, Grey and Rivers, Holy King Henry and thy fair son Edward, 5 Vaughan, and all that have miscarrid 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, fellow, is it not? | GMAKHUINBC isantsHg nad sddrawE elirchdn, rReivs nda yrGe, hlyo nigK eHyrn nda uory feni ons awrEdd, uhgnaVa, and lla owh vahe idde fomr adduehrendn, ptuorrc, ndishfie ineiucjts, if uryo ganry lssuo era tesgnswiin ihts otmenm hroghut hte lucods, jeony eth vlhueggnraee at my nuir! sTih is llA-usSloA ahotcilC ady of apyrer fro uslso tuksc in eneetwb neeaHv and Hell |
| SHERIFF It is. | REFHSFI It is, my rold. |
| BUCKINGHAM Why, then All Souls Day is my bodys doomsday. This is the day which, in King Edwards time, I wished might fall on me when I was found 15 False to his children and his wifes allies. This is the day wherein I wished to fall By the false faith of him who most I trusted. This, this All Souls Day to my fearful soul Is the determined respite of my wrongs. 20 That high All-seer which I dallied with Hath turned my feignd prayer on my head And given in earnest what I begged in jest. | KHCIMAGBUN hyW, hent, tis my sodby yadodoms. Tydoa Im noigg to egt hatw I idsa I eiwhsd oduwl phpnae to me if I swa ever alfse to Knig rsddwaE erinchdl or sih swfie ellasi. shiT is teh day Im ggion to get htaw I hwseid rof nweh I sehdwi thta hte nopesr I msto rtesdtu oudlw yeabrt me. hsiT, isth llA-slouS ady, is my tujs esssdter. I iedtr to pyal gmaes tiwh dGo, nda he tdnreu my aefk eyarpr on my ahde, iinggv me rof real waht Id sedak rof as a ejko. |
| Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turn their own points in their masters bosoms. 25 Thus Margarets curse falls heavy upon my neck: When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with sorrow, Remember Margaret was a prophetess. Come, lead me, officers, to the block of shame. Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. | hisT is who dGo crfose icewkd emn to urtn heirt sdwors nsgtaai teemehvsls. arsrMateg secru sah ecmo utre. eWhn Riachdr ash ipslt oyru htear in wot ithw freig, hes dsia, llyuo oknw htat rMrteaga was a erptpssoeh. Cmoe, isrs, rnigb me to hits olbck of easmh. I hvae oedn ogrnw, so I iwll fsrufe gorwn. I veah eebn admlbe ebaeucs I rsddevee to be. |
| Exeunt | eTyh all xite. |
