This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...a priest, lord chamberlain! Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest: Your honour hath no shriving work in hand. Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, Those men you talk of came into my mind. What, go you toward the Tower? Buck. I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay: I shall return before your lordship thence. Hast. 'Tis like enough, for I stay dinner there. Buck. Aside. And supper too, although thou know'st it not. Come, will you go? Hast. I 'll wait upon your lordship. Exeunt. SCENE III.--Pomfret. Before the Castle. Enter Ratcliff, with halberds, carrying Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan to 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 keep 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 to thee our guiltless 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 Buck-ingham, 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. SCENE IV.--Lond...