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Richard the Third, V. ii

Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men

To turn their own points in their masters' bosoms.

Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck:

'When he,' quoth she, 'shall split thy heart with sorrow,

Remember Margaret was a prophetess.'

Come, lead me, officers, to the block of shame:

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

Exeunt Buckingham with Officers.

Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,

Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

Thus far into the bowels of the land

Have we march'd on without impediment:

And here receive we from our father Stanley

Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,

That spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful vines,

Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough

In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine

Is now even in the centry of this isle,

Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:

From Tamworth thither is but one day’s march.

In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,

 24 bosoms; ''cf. n.''

25 Cf. n.  3 bowels: center

6 Lines: letters

8 spoil'd: despoiled; cf. n.

10 embowell'd: disemboweled

11 centry: exact center

