[♦] O, now I want the priest that spake to me:
90 I now repent I told the pursuivant,
[♦] As ’twere triumphing at mine enemies,
[♦] How they at Pomfret bloodily were butcher’d,
And I myself secure in grace and favour.
O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
[95] Is lighted on poor Hastings’ wretched head!
[♦] Rat. Dispatch, my lord; the duke would be at dinner:
Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head.
[♦] Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men,