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Act 3, Scene 2
Richard III Translation Act 3, Scene 3
Enter Sir Richard RATCLIFFE, with halberds, carrying RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to death at Pomfret.
RIVERS
Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell thee this:Today shalt thou behold a subject dieFor truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
RIVERS
Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell you this: today you will watch a man die for truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
GREY
[to RATCLIFFE] God bless the prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damnèd bloodsuckers.
GREY
[To RATCLIFFE] May God protect the prince from the pack of you! All of you are damned bloodsuckers.
VAUGHAN
[to RATCLIFFE] You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.
VAUGHAN
[To RATCLIFFE] You'll live to regret this later.
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RATCLIFFE
Dispatch. The limit of your lives is out.
RATCLIFFE
Enough. You've reached the limit of your lives.
RIVERS
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 hacked to death,And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
RIVERS
Oh, Pomfret, Pomfret! Oh, you bloody prison, fatal to noblemen! King Richard II was hacked to death within your guilty walls. And now—to bring greater shame to your ominous name—we must offer up our innocent lives here.
GREY
Now Margaret’s curse is fall'n upon our heads,When she exclaimed on Hastings, you, and I, For standing by when Richard stabbed her son.
GREY
Now old Queen Margaret's curse has fallen on our heads, when she condemned me, Hastings, and you for standing by while Richard stabbed her son.
RIVERS
Then cursed she Richard, then cursed she Buckingham.Then cursed 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.
RIVERS
Then she cursed Richard, then she cursed Buckingham, and then she cursed Hastings. Oh, God, remember to hear her prayer and punish them as you now punish us! But, dear God, please be satisfied with our blood—which is being unjustly spilled—and don't punish my sister and her princely sons.
RATCLIFFE
Make haste. The hour of death is expiate.
RATCLIFFE
Hurry up. The hour of death has come.
RIVERS
Come, Grey. Come, Vaughan. Let us all embrace. [They embrace] Farewell until we meet in heaven.
RIVERS
Come, Grey. Come, Vaughan. Let us all embrace. [They hug] Farewell, until we meet again in heaven.
Exeunt
