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.