| ACT III SCENE III | Pomfret Castle. | |
| | Enter RATCLIFF, with halberds, carrying RIVERS,GREY, and VAUGHAN to death | |
| RATCLIFF | Come, bring forth the prisoners. | |
| RIVERS | Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this: | |
| | To-day shalt thou behold a subject die | |
| | For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. | 5 |
| GREY | God keep the prince from all the pack of you! | |
| | A knot you are of damned blood-suckers! | |
| VAUGHAN | You live that shall cry woe for this after. | |
| RATCLIFF | Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out. | |
| RIVERS | O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, | 10 |
| | 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. | 15 |
| GREY | Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads, | |
| | For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son. | |
| RIVERS | Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham, | |
| | Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God | |
| | To hear her prayers for them, as now for us | 20 |
| | 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. | |
| RATCLIFF | Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. | |
| RIVERS | Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace: | 25 |
| | And take our leave, until we meet in heaven. | |
| | Exeunt | |