3 Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, 4 Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, 5 Vaughan, and all that have miscarried 6 By underhand corrupted foul injustice, 7 If that your moody discontented souls 8 Do through the clouds behold this present hour, 9 Even for revenge mock my destruction! 10 This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?
11 It is, my lord.
12 Why, then All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. 13 This is the day that, in King Edward's time, 14 I wish't might fall on me, when I was found 15 False to his children or his wife's allies 16 This is the day wherein I wish'd to fall 17 By the false faith of him I trusted most; 18 This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul 19 Is the determined respite of my wrongs: 20 That high All-Seer that I dallied with 21 Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head 22 And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. 23 Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men 24 To turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: 25 Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon my head; 26 'When he,' quoth she, 'shall split thy heart with sorrow, 27 Remember Margaret was a prophetess.' 28 Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame; 29 Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.