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Richard the Third, III. iii

Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.

Pr. I'll wait upon your lordship.

Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain?

Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest:

Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.

Hast. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,

The men you talk of came into my mind.

What, go you toward the Tower?

Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there:

I shall return before your lordship thence.

Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.

Buck. [Aside.| And supper too, although thou know'st it not.

Come, will you go?

Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship.

Exeunt.

Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this:

To-day shalt thou behold a subject die

For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

Grey. God bless the prince from all the pack of you!

A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.

 112 talking; cf. n.

114 shriving; cf. n.  Scene Three S. d. Cf. n.

