back to 3.2 skip to 3.4 Richard III Act 3, Scene 3 Enter RATCLIFF, with halberds, carrying RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to death RatcliffCome, bring forth the prisoners. RiversSir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this: To-day shalt thou behold a subject die For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. GreyGod keep the prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damned blood-suckers! VaughanYou live that shall cry woe for this after. RatcliffDispatch; the limit of your lives is out. RiversO 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 thee up our guiltless blood to drink. GreyNow Margaret’s curse is fall’n upon our heads, For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son. RiversThen cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham, Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God To hear her prayers 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. RatcliffMake haste; the hour of death is expiate. RiversCome, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace: And take our leave, until we meet in heaven. Exeunt Richard III Act 3, Scene 3