The Tragedy of Richard the Third: ACT V
Introduction ACT I ACT II ACT III ACT IV ACT V SCENE I. Salisbury. An open place. SCENE II. The camp near Tamworth. SCENE III. Bosworth Field. SCENE IV. Another part of the field. SCENE V. Another part of the field. About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: 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. Exeunt Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene