[20] And for my sister and her princely sons,
[♦] Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,
Which, as thou know’st, unjustly must be spilt.
[♦] Rat. Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.
[♦] Riv. Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace:
[25] And take our leave, until we meet in heaven. [Exeunt.
fcd SCENE IV. The Tower of London.
Enter BUCKINGHAM, DERBY, HASTINGS, the BISHOP OF ELY, RATCLIFF, LOVEL, with others, and take their seats at a table.
[♦] Hast. My lords, at once: the cause why we are met
Is, to determine of the coronation.