For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
Hastings, when his doom has wakened him from his infatuation, recollects a priest he had met on his way to the Tower, with whom he had stopped to talk about the discomfiture of his enemies:
iii. iv. 89.
O, now I want the priest that spake to me!
Buckingham on his way to the scaffold apostrophises the souls of his victims:
v. i. 7.
If that your moody discontented souls
Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
Even for revenge mock my destruction.
iv. iv. 1, 35.