Act V, Scene 1

Salisbury. An open place.

[Enter the Sheriff, and BUCKINGHAM, with halberds, led to execution]

• Duke of Buckingham. Will not King Richard let me speak with him?

• Sheriff of Wiltshire. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

• Duke of Buckingham. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey,
  Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, 3400
  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! 3405
  This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?

• Sheriff of Wiltshire. It is, my lord.

• Duke of 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 3410
  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: 3415
  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: 3420
  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. 3425

[Exeunt]