1    Will not King Richard let me speak with him?

2    No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

3    Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey,
4    Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
5    Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
6    By underhand corrupted foul injustice,
7    If that your moody discontented souls
8    Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
9    Even for revenge mock my destruction!
10   This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?

11   It is, my lord.

12   Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday.
13   This is the day that, in King Edward's time,
14   I wish't might fall on me, when I was found
15   False to his children or his wife's allies
16   This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall
17   By the false faith of him I trusted most;
18   This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul
19   Is the determined respite of my wrongs:
20   That high All-Seer that I dallied with
21   Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head
22   And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
23   Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
24   To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms:
25   Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon my head;
26   'When he,' quoth she, 'shall split thy heart with sorrow,
27   Remember Margaret was a prophetess.'
28   Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;
29   Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.