Richard III. (altered). Act iv. Sc. 3.

Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!

Richard III. (altered). Act iv. Sc. 3.

And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay

Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.

Richard III. (altered). Act v. Sc. 3.

With clink of hammers closing rivets up.[296:2]

Richard III. (altered). Act v. Sc. 3.

Perish that thought! No, never be it said

That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard.